"Isn’t it funny? I’m enjoying my hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that’s something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It’s hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but hatred cradles you."
- Janet Fitch, White Oleander (via ivicus)
"Remember it all, every insult, every tear. Tattoo it on the inside of your mind. In life, knowledge of poisons is essential. I’ve told you, nobody becomes an artist unless they have to."
- Janet Fitch, White Oleander (via leslieseuffert)
"Find someone who will tremble for your touch, someone whose fingers are a poem."
- Janet Fitch, White Oleander (via anamorphosis-and-isolate)
"She’s never where she is. She’s only inside her head."
- White Oleander by Janet Fitch (via literarylines)
"They call you heartless; but you have a heart and I love you for being ashamed to show it."
- Friedrich Nietzsche (via finedineonmyvegangenitalia)
(Source: burninggravity, via finedineonmyvegangenitalia)