“ Nothing holds me. Let me say that I myself have torn myself to shreds. —
Franz Kafka (via hyungnnim)(via sadyoungliterarygirls)
“ … And then I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough? —
Vincent van Gogh (via dontdosuicidekids)(via chanter-dans-le-jardin)
“ Who, being loved, is poor? —
Oscar Wilde (via thatkindofwoman)(Source: coffeeandgrace, via colourthysoul)