We might as well have a parade.

— J.D Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye  (via perrfectly)

It’s weird to grow up in a family where you know you’re loved but you don’t feel loved. And then later in adulthood you understand how almost impossible it seems to cross that distance and let yourself experience closeness, how otherworldly love feels now and how love feels unbearable at times. You flinch when someone tries to wholeheartedly love you. And over and over you see so clearly how you cannot be loved unless it's from afar and love is mixed with that familiar sensation of distance and coldness.

when Florence Welsh said "What a thing to admit that when someone looks at me with real love I don't like it very much / Kinda makes me feel like I'm being crushed"

Thomas Hoepker. A clown at a lunch counter, Reno, Nevada, USA, 1963

Giulio Ghirardi

Austrian-American choreographer and dancer Albertina Rasch (1891-1967) by unknown photographer | src Dimitri Tiomkin official website

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Tianyi Zhou

you deserve people who listen to you ramble. you deserve people who love it when you’re excited, when you’re happy. you deserve people who check up on you and wish to see you well, people who not only accept you for who you are - but rejoice in it. 

Charlotte Brontë, from “Jane Eyre”

actually. the point of it all is to be sweet to your friends. so there

— Kailin Gow

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath // art by @/kosmiklia on ig // William Chapman // Virginia Woolf // Brian Andreas // artwork - flowers by Hanna Ilczyszyn // Elizabeth Kinkaid-Ehlers, Still Searching

— Mateus William