"Sometimes I feel like I’m not solid. I’m hollow. There’s nothing behind my eyes. I’m a negative of a person. All I want is blackness, blackness and silence."
- Sylvia Plath (via 144-000)
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"I exist. It is soft, so soft, so slow. And light: it seems as though it suspends in the air. It moves."
- Sartre, Jean-Paul. Nausea (via lavandula)
(Source: wordsnquotes, via okmoonkid)