violentwavesofemotion:

“I am sitting at my kitchen table waiting for my lover to arrive with lettuce and tomatoes and rum and sherry wine and a big floury loaf of bread in the fading sunlight. Coffee is percolating gently, and my mood is mellow. I have been very happy lately, just wallowing in it selfishly, knowing it will not last very long, which is all the more reason to enjoy it now.”

— Tennessee Williams, from a letter to Donald Windham wr. c. July 1943

rosehimeros:

“Let it die. Let there be a new beginning. It’s awful. Goodnight.”

— Charles Bukowski (via quotemadness)

(Source: quotemadness.com, via verdandix)

fyp-psychology:

“To describe externals, you become a scientist. To describe experience, you become an artist.”

— Timothy Leary
(via fyp-psychology)

(Source: fyp-psychology.com)