Robin Williams (via karlurbanana)
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via observando)
John Patrick, The Curious Savage (via larmoyante)
Joel Barish, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (via hellotitsy)
No one writes about the silence
after the loss of love. No one talks
about the aching in your veins or
the constant battle between choosing
to burn their presence from your fingers,
or shedding your own skin. No one tells
you about the nightmares, about the darkness.
No one prepares you for the loneliness.