1415th.

"I want to resemble a sort of liquid light which stretches beyond visibility or invisibility. Tonight I wish to have the valor and daring to belong to the moon." - Virginia Woolf


Photo is "The Moon" - from shapovalov.

1414th.

"Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water. And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes you cannot even breathe deeply, and the night sky is no home, and you have cried yourself to sleep enough times that you are down to your last two percent, but nothing is infinite, not even loss. You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day you are going to find yourself again." - Finn Butler


Photo is "A Blanket of Stars and Sea" - from iNeedChemicalX.

1413th.

"Some of the worst things in my life never happened." - Mark Twain


Photo is "Land of Make-Believe" - from Emerald-Depths.

1412th.

"You know nothing about me, and nothing about the sort of love of which I am capable. Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and in sickness it would still be dear. Your mind is my treasure, and if it were broken, it would be my treasure still." - Charlotte Bronte


Photo is "Devotion" - from My-Bohemian-Spirit.

1411th.

"You cut up a thing that's alive and beautiful to find out how it's alive and why it's beautiful, and before you know it, it's neither of those thing and you're standing there with blood on your face and tears in your sight and only the terrible ache of guilt to show for it." - Clive Barker


Photo is "Autopsy" - from Reemis.

1410th.

"I hadn't known that a light could be a feeling and a sound could be a color and a kiss could be both a question and an answer. And that heaven could be the ocean or a person or this moment or something else entirely." - Megan Miranda


Photo is "Metaphor" - from Peindrelaville.

1409th.

"I wish I wrote the way I thought. Obsessively, incessantly, with maddening hunger. I'd write to the point of suffocation. I'd write myself into nervous breakdowns. Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing. And I'd write about you a lot more than I should." - Benedict Smith


Photo is "Thought in Metastasis" - from Agnes-Cecile.