“It’s a most distressing affliction to have a sentimental heart and a skeptical mind.”
—Naguib Mahfouz, Sugar Street (via decapitation)
March 2012
“I could tell them about the different kinds of rain, pouring rain that’s perfect for when you want to stay inside and watch a movie or read, or piercing rain that feels like needles on your skin, or soft summer rain that makes your first kiss with your first love all the sweeter.”
—Beth Revis, Across the Universe (via dandeliondreamers)
“I automatically assume people won’t like me, so I don’t talk to them unless they approach me first. I can’t become a part of a crowd because I can’t get past that feeling that I don’t belong.”
—Stephanie Kuehnert (via durianseeds)
do you ever wonder if band guys cry themselves to sleep because of how stupid their fanbase is
Listen
Heaven - Ailee
i like when you learn a secret about somebody and then you look at the things they say and do in the light of that secret and you understand them a little more and why they are the way they are
“I mean, I have the feeling that something in my mind is poisoning everything else.”
—Vladimir Nabokov (via magikrap)
“It was sometime in October; she had long ago lost track of all the days and it really didn’t matter because one was like another and there were no nights to seperate them because she never slept anymore.”
—Sylvia Plath, Tongues of Stone (via funeral)
“Have you ever had so much to say that your mouth closed up tight struggling to harness the nuclear force coalescing within your words? Have you ever had so many thoughts churning inside you that you didn’t dare let them escape in case they blew you wide open? Have you ever been so angry that you couldn’t look in the mirror for fear of finding the face of evil glaring back at you?”
—Ellen Hopkins (via rabbitinthemoon)
“People are strange: They are constantly angered by trivial things, but on a major matter like totally wasting their lives, they hardly seem to notice.”
—Charles Bukowski (via haereticum)
“You’re beautiful, but you’re empty. No one could die for you.”
—The Little Prince, Antoine de Saint Exupéry (via killheji)
There was a boy sitting in the branch of a tree today, when I was walking home, his foot resting on the tree trunks. The sun was wavering between the gaps in the leaves and he was talking to someone and as I walked past, I was struck with an abject sadness that I couldn’t understand. Beautiful boys and trees and sunlight, something inside of me knew I was missing something that would quite probably never be mine.
“I am always sad, I think. Perhaps this signifies that I am not sad at all, because sadness is something lower than your normal disposition, and I am always the same thing. Perhaps I am the only person in the world, then, who never becomes sad. Perhaps I am lucky.”
—Jonathan Safran Foer (via smited)
