harrystylesgotmefuckedup:

One Direction’s Stockholm Syndrome x The Weeknd’s Wicked Games mashup

(via fearlastyear)

liprouvaire:

Other things - naked, sputtering, indelible in their horror - are too terrible to really grasp ever at all.It is only later, in solitude, in memory that the realization dawns: when the ashes are cold; when the mourners have departed; when one looks around and finds oneself - quite to one’s surprise - in an entirely different world.

― Donna Tartt, The Secret History

(via oscarwiilde)

“So you were spared.
So you didn’t run for your small life but
instead, impatient with disaster’s slow coming,
drove toward it.”
— Carl Phillips, “Alba: After,” from From the Devotions (via failedfable)

(via failedfable)

heartcountry:

“But I love you, you know, down to my last, best word.”

— Marilyn Hacker, Love, Death, and the Changing of the Seasons (via poetrist)

mythaelogy:

“meet me here /I am so lonely /I learned a second language”

— Jeremy Radin, from ‘The Banana Room’, in Cosmonauts Avenue (x)

(via warsanshires)

hazyaffection:

still hanging from this rope

aoq:

When We Were Young - Adele

(via sadangel2002)