T: Literature - Tumblr Posts
We are all broken, that’s how the light gets in.
Ernest Hemingway (via henretta84)
why is it always the woman who has to see past the beast in the man? why does she always have to clean his wounds, even after he has damaged her beyond repair? why is it always the man who is worthy of forgiveness for being a monster? I want to see the beast in the beauty. the half smile, half snarl. the unapologetic anger. I would like to see the man forgive the monster. to see her, blood and all, and love her anyway.
beauty and the beast | Caitlyn S. (via alonesomes)
People who have monsters recognize each other. They know each other without even saying a word.
Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Last Night I Sang To The Monster (via wordsnquotes)
her ribcage is filled with flowers but they are dead, dead, dead.
(morning after) monty iv (via ineffabull)
Rome’s fingerprints are running down your back; I want to build you an empire that forgets to collapse.
Y.Z, a letter to love (via weltenwellen)
she’s the girl with a fairytale face but her mouth screams like a wolf’s
words of the consultant, minjeong son (via izumruds)
I went into the desert to forget about you. But the sand was the color of your hair. The desert sky was the color of your eyes. There was nowhere I could go that wouldn’t be you.
Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex (via larmoyante)
moon dust in your lungs stars in your eyes you are a child of the cosmos and ruler of the skies
for em (via meduesa)