You are a brilliant, talented man. Don’t dumb yourself down for a piece of ass.
Be with someone who will draw you a bath and read you poetry by candlelight; someone who will peruse old, dusty bookstores with you and sit next to you in cramped, poorly lit theaters to watch undiscovered actors in…
You think I’m not a goddess?
This is a torch song.
Touch me and you’ll burn.
— Margaret Atwood, from “Helen of Troy Does Countertop Dancing” (via larmoyante)
I can receive nothing more from these tragic solitudes than a little empty purity.
— Jean-Paul Sartre (via apoetreflects)