You’d look nice in a grave. I smile at the moon; death is on my face And if you wait too long, Then you’ll never see the dawn again “My skull is full of sunken ships, My heart’s a prisoner to my ribs, We’re flesh & bone when we’re all alone, But together, forever, we’ll live” There’s gold in my heart, But the winds took my sails through the dark, And if you wait too long, then you’ll never see...
“The sadness will last forever.”
— Suicide note of Vincent van Gogh (1853-1890)
“I mean, I have the feeling that something in my mind is poisoning everything else.” — Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov
“I am a lover without a lover. I am lovely and...
— warsan shire
debruçado num buraco vendo o vazio ir e vir — Paulo Leminski
s.m. Falência, esgotamento. O fato de ruir, de vir abaixo Fig. Qualquer diminuição súbita de poder, de forças
Sou a minha própria bomba. O meu cérebro é uma...
“And so being young and dipped in folly, I fell in love with melancholy.” — Edgar Allan Poe