antigonick:

“—my lunatic. She’s mad but mine, mine.”

— Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea

the-book-diaries:

“I treated Art as the supreme reality and life as a mere mode of fiction.”

— Oscar Wilde, De Profundis

violentwavesofemotion:

“And in the morning I knew both death and life.”

— Monica Ferrell, from Beasts of the Chase; “Geburt des Monicakinds,”

worldsworstfather:

before you say anything, think to yourself “is this something that would get me diagnosed with hysteria and institutionalized in the 19th century?” and if the answer is yes, carry on

(via mercurieux)

violentwavesofemotion:

I love it when people direct their sarcasm toward themselves and it’s still, like, quality sarcasm. People who can afford to have a genuine laugh at themselves with only themselves as an audience are the best kind of people; people who are innately witty and sarcastic and do not merely use sarcasm as a defense mechanism or to downplay their insecurities, people who carry sarcasm in their very blood. I’m referring to the kind of sarcasm that is raw yet subtle, accurate yet funny as hell and just…spontaneous and spirited and pure and authentic

(via deerbheth)