"To hell with them. Nothing hurts if you don’t let it."
— Ernest Hemingway (via sorakeem)
(Source: saddest-summer, via paperimages)
"Do you know what a poem is, Esther?”
“No, what?” I would say.
“A piece of dust.”
Then just as he was smiling and starting to look proud, I would say,
“So are the people you think you’re curing. They’re dust as dust as dust. I reckon a good poem lasts a whole lot longer than a hundred of those people put together."
— The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath
"I don’t give a shit what the world thinks. I was born a bitch, I was born a painter, I was born fucked. But I was happy in my way. You did not understand what I am. I am love. I am pleasure, I am essence, I am an idiot, I am an alcoholic, I am tenacious. I am; simply I am…You are a shit."
— Frida Kahlo, from an unsent letter to Diego Rivera (via cottonbutts)
(Source: violentwavesofemotion, via waywarddistraction)