Addiction is tricky. For example: a man who quit smoking for 11 years spent 15...– (via xixxiix)
how to let someone down gently: If you were a post I'd "like" you but I wouldn't reblog you.
Stories you read when you’re the right age never quite leave you. You may forget...– Neil Gaiman (via wordsthat-speak)
Even as a child, she had preferred night to day, had enjoyed sitting out in the...– Dean Koontz (via wordsthat-speak)
What’s the point of living if you’re going to hate the world? Guard your heart...– Neal Shusterman, Bruiser (via simply-quotes)
She had a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach, like when you’re swimming...– Julia Gregson, East of the Sun (via madaeli26)
People empty me. I have to get away to refill.– Charles Bukowski (via the-healing-nest)
While I can’t have you, I long for you. I am the kind of person who would miss a...– Jeanette Winterson (via wordsthat-speak)
You see I usually find myself among strangers because I drift here and there...– The Great Gatsby (F. Scott Fitzgerald)
There is no trap so deadly as the trap you set for yourself.– Raymond Chandler, The Long Goodbye (via itsfromabook)
‘But luxury has never appealed to me, I like simple things, books, being alone,...– The Lover, Daphne du Maurier (via creatingaquietmind)
kateoplis: “unless it comes out of your soul like a rocket, unless being still would drive you to madness or suicide or murder, don’t do it. unless the sun inside you is burning your gut, don’t do it. when it is truly time, and if you have been chosen, it will do it by itself and it will keep on doing it until you die or it dies in you. there is no other way. and there never was.” ...
It is necessary to fall in love, if only to provide an alibi for all the random...– Albert Camus (via samsaranmusing)
I was going to cry. I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if...– Sylvia Plath (via wearesleeplessteens)
The Falling Star...
strawberrybitchblade: The Falling Star by Sara Teasdale I saw a star slide down the sky, Blinding the north as it went by, Too burning and too quick to hold, Too lovely to be bought or sold, Good only to make wishes on And then forever to be gone.
Should I kill myself, or have a cup of coffee?– Albert Camus (via wisewisdom)
I have scars on my hands from touching certain people.– J.D. Salinger (via calloway)
I want you to crave me. From my lips, up to my words.– J.E (via cityyandcolour)
I couldn't hate you if I tried.
mountainhands: Kiss my bruises, my broken bones. Mend my shredded heart with words of old. Make it so you never left and my heart never broke. Make me forget the times I hated you. Remember you’re the one who made me sing, taught me the beauty in falling apart. Remind me of who I was back then when I was yours.
When I first met you, I felt a kind of contradiction in you. You’re seeking...– Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via durianquotes)
amoying: “go big or go home” *goes home*
Let them think what they liked, but I didn’t mean to drown myself. I meant to...– Joseph Conrad, The Secret Sharer and Other Stories (via itsfromabook)
Whatever happens to you belongs to you. Make it yours. Feed it to yourself even...– Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things (via itsfromabook)
All motion is relative. Maybe it’s you who’ve moved away by standing still.– Jerome Lawrence, Inherit the Wind (via itsfromabook)
If you can sit in silence with a person for half an hour and yet be entirely...– L.M. Montgomery, The Blue Castle (via itsfromabook)
Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood.– George Orwell, 1984 (via itsfromabook)
The more one judges, the less one loves.– Honoré de Balzac, Physiologie Du Mariage (via itsfromabook)
Maybe that’s what we look for in the people we love, the spark of unhappiness we...– Tom Perrotta, Election (via itsfromabook)
You will become way less concerned with what other people think of you when you...– David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest (via itsfromabook)
Innocence ends when one is stripped of the delusion that one likes oneself.– Joan Didion, Slouching Towards Bethlehem (via itsfromabook)
My dear, find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain from you your all....– Charles Bukowski (via citylife-ruralstars)
It’s a most distressing affliction to have a sentimental heart and a skeptical...– (via le-coeur-retreci)
I was interested in everything and committed to nothing.– Lin, Shantaram (via cavum)
People, I have discovered, are layers and layers of secrets. You believe you...– Veronica Roth, Insurgent (via ofbirdsandmoons)
Knowing how to be solitary is central to the art of loving. When we can be...– Bell Hooks (via veg-pits)