Chaotically Intertwined
DEFYING STEREOTYPES.

“ Everything seems to be exhausting me, no matter how much sleep or how much coffee I drink or how long I lie down, something inside me seems to have given up. My soul is tired. ”

—    Unknown (via sultanaa)

(via quiescent-soul)

“ I will tell you what she was like. She was like a piano in a country where everyone has had their hands cut off. ”

—    Angela Carter (via quiescent-soul)

(via quiescent-soul)

“ He said the pleasantest manner of spending a hot July day was lying from morning till evening on a bank of heath in the middle of the moors, with the bees humming dreamily about among the bloom, and the larks singing high up overhead, and the blue sky and bright sun shining steadily and cloudlessly. That was his most perfect idea of heaven’s happiness — mine was rocking in a rustling green tree, with a west wind blowing, and bright white clouds flitting rapidly above; and not only larks, but throstles, and blackbirds, and linnets, and cuckoos pouring out music on every side, and the moors seen at a distance, broken into cool dusky dells; but close by great swells of long grass undulating in waves to the breeze; and woods and sounding water, and the whole world awake and wild with joy. He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee. I said his heaven would be only half alive, and he said mine would be drunk; I said I should fall asleep in his, and he said he could not breathe in mine. ”

—    Emily Brontë, from Wuthering Heights (via violentwavesofemotion)

(via requiemforthepast)

“ Let me lie alone on my back in tall grass and see the sun and the water droplets on the branches and the red tree trunks through my own eyes. Let me color them and build them with my own words. Lonely, strong words. Let me stand alone at the edge of the earth and look at it honestly, alone. ”

—    Rachel Corrie, Let Me Stand Alone: The Journals of Rachel Corrie (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)

(via requiemforthepast)