romanceangel:

“But good God, what’s wrong with me, after all? What am I missing? Why this emptiness, this nostalgia? What is this anxiety, as if I only loved something I didn’t know?”

— Clarice Lispector, from a letter to Fernando Sabino featured in Why This World: A Biography of Clarice Lispector

(via bluesuicide)

oceans:

“I have done nothing all summer but wait for myself to be myself again —”

— Georgia O’Keeffe, in a letter to Russel Vernon Hunter, from Georgia O’Keeffe: Art and Letters (via luthienne)

(via jewist)

Anonymous said:

i wish could have been friends.


lol be my friend then?? i feel like im easy to be friends with? why u gotta be weird for??