Lies will flow from my lips, but there may perhaps be some truth mixed up with them; it is for you to seek out this truth and decide whether any part of it is worth keeping.
Virginia Woolf, from A Room Of One’s Own (via goghst)
You know what I am going to say. I love you. What I mean is, that I am under the influence of some tremendous attraction which I have resisted in vain, and which overmasters me. You could draw me to fire, you could draw me to water, you could draw me to the gallows, you could draw me to any death, you could draw me to anything I have most avoided, you could draw me to any exposure and disgrace. This and the confusion of my thoughts, so that I am fit for nothing, is what I mean by your being the ruin of me.
Charles Dickens, from Our Mutual Friend (via goghst)
Kurt Cobain inspired me not to kill myself. I would rather live a miserable life than be worshipped in death as a hero that I am not. I am sick of suicide and depression being romanticized.
Morrissey (via goghst)