I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell i carry on my hands to this day.
-Carlos Ruiz Zafon, "The Shadow of the Wind"

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[She didn’t look back when he spoke again.] “You don’t, Kestrel, even though the god of lies loves you.”
- Marie Rutkoski, from The Winner’s Curse (via the-final-sentence) -
And the child, gazing at me with dark-lashed eyes, laughed.
- Lynn Cullen, from Mrs. Poe (via the-final-sentence) -


The station
Where I told you
I love you

Stop worrying about your identity and concern yourself with the people you care about, ideas that matter to you, beliefs you can stand by, tickets you can run on. Intelligent humans make those choices with their brain and hearts and they make them alone. The world does not deliver meaning to you. You have to make it meaningful…and decide what you want and need and must do. It’s a tough, unimaginably lonely and complicated way to be in the world. But that’s the deal: you have to live; you can’t live by slogans, dead ideas, clichés, or national flags. Finding an identity is easy. It’s the easy way out.
- Zadie Smith, On Beauty (via quotes-shape-us) -

six word poem 7/8/14


Prompt: “We dated, it ended, it didn’t work.  I can’t let go of it though, I won’t.  I’m still in love, and I’ll love them to my grave.  I’m not moving on, I just refuse to.  It was too right and so I’ll stay emotionally wrapped within it.  Others will scoff and ridicule, but I’ll still have half of this relationship.”

The sinking
ship IS 
my lifeboat. 

It saddens me because apparently this kind of condition and the prolonged feeling is not rare. I know someone like this and I’m pretty sure some people do too. But the saddest past is probably even though I’m pretty sure I tell myself I wouldn’t love someone to my grave, I know exactly how does that prompt feels.

Live in such a way that if someone spoke badly of you, no one would believe it.
- wow (via babyitsasweetlife) -


Someone messaged me the other day asking me how I manage to keep it all together, that they admired how peaceful and at ease I seem with my life. I thought about the question for a whole 5 seconds before I removed myself from my room to keep myself from tossing my laptop out of the window. It’s interesting, actually, how often I am told this - that I always seem so calm and content, when in reality I feel like I have four different countries in my head and each one of them is experiencing some kind of natural disaster all at the exact same time. On top of that, each country is screaming at me in a different language and I am just trying to piece their words together so I can try and understand my own. I don’t think I’ve ever had a point in my life where I’ve felt at peace, I’ve always felt like a tiny fish swimming from country to country, trying to predict the nature of the oceans separating one from the other. Sometimes I wonder what I would look like if I actually was happy with myself, how I would come across to others if there wasn’t always some kind of mess I had to clean up inside my head. Maybe I’d look less put-together? Perhaps if the pain went away, maybe then people would instead start asking me what was wrong and I’d say ‘nothing! absolutely nothing’ and finally mean it. Because right now my head is at war and I am drowning beneath the waves separating my thoughts, sinking like some kind of deep-sea creature where it’s calm and peaceful, while a storm above me rages. Maybe tomorrow I’ll come up for air and find that each country has cleaned up its mess, that the storm has passed and a peace-treaty has been signed to put everyone at ease. At least that’s what I’ve been telling myself each morning - that tomorrow, the war will be over and I can finally come back to the surface. It’s a dream I have all the time, a deep dream hidden in the middle of the ocean where nothing can touch me. To answer your question, no I’m not okay and I never have been. I may come across as calm, but doesn’t everyone look that way after they’ve drowned?

posted on July 18 via maza-dohta with 163 notes
How is it that
my love was
too much for you
when I still can’t seem
to find enough
to give myself.
- Pavana पवन (via maza-dohta) -
posted on July 18 via maza-dohta with 557 notes


SketchKu #151

When I look up at the night sky, and I know that yes we are part of this universe, we are in this universe, but perhaps more important than both of those facts is that the universe is in us.
- Neil deGrasse Tyson (via lanadelpizzaqueen) -
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