And I Know It Looks Like The End Of The Road

and i know it looks like the end of the road

and i know it feels like coming home

but i

can

not

let

go

book covers redesigned | the haunting of hill house by shirley jackson

Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood so for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.

“I’m not for everyone. I’m barely for me.”

— Marc Maron (via quotemadness)

“P.S. My Mother’s address is Mahim Monkmoor Rd. Shrewsbury. I know you would try to see her, if – I failed to see her again.”

— from Wilfred Owen’s letter to Siegfried Sassoon (22 September 1918)