I should never be left alone with my mind for too long.– Libba Bray. (via theburnthatkeepseverything)
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We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us...– Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment (via larmoyante)
(I’m running errands for my pregnant wife. While walking to a nearby store, I see two teenagers harassing a child that is only four or five years old. I shoo them away from the boy, and he introduces himself.)
Me: “So, where’s your mom at?”
Boy: “She’s in the store. Do you have kids?”
Me: “Not yet. We’re expecting a baby girl soon, though.”
Boy: “Well, she’s going to turn out nice, like you! So, I’m going to marry her someday!”
(I laugh, and play along while I bring him to the service desk, and wait until his mom picks him up. Six years later, my daughter comes home from school and introduces us to a friend that defended her against a bully on the playground. I didn’t recognize him, but he certainly knew who I was!)
It all boils down to this.
chipsncookies: walkingthenarrowway: thegirlwithagrapefruit: yeahmicah: Most people won’t admit it, or don’t even realize it, but caring for people takes energy out of you. Investing your time and attention making sure somebody knows that you love them and that you want to ensure their well-being can drain you: mentally emotionally spiritually even physically. Love people, but take...
imperfectio: I just love books and libraries and the smell of books and complete silence except the sound of someone flipping the pages and i just love words and paper and fictional characters and all the feelings my destiny is to live inside a bookstore
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‘But I like you.’ He cleared his throat. ‘I like you first and second and...– F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via delicateswans)
People don’t always want to be with people. It gets tiring.– Emma Donoghue (via fassadenmensch)
At some point, you just pull off the Band-Aid, and it hurts, but then it’s over...– John Green, Looking for Alaska (via turbinum)
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When you rearrange the letters in the word...
colinmorgay: notcanonyet: theepichumor: Same goes for DESPERATION = A ROPE ENDS IT, THE EYES = THEY SEE, THE MORSE CODE = HERE COME DOTS, DORMITORY = DIRTY ROOM, SLOT MACHINES = CASH LOST IN ME, ELECTION RESULTS = LIES - LET’S RECOUNT, SNOOZE ALARMS = ALAS! NO MORE Z’S THE EARTHQUAKES = THAT QUEER SHAKE, ELEVEN PLUS TWO = TWELVE PLUS ONE and MOTHER-IN-LAW = WOMAN HITLER. WAIT...
eithersideoftheworld: y-oghurt: roadandtheradio: I wonder what it’s like to have someone fall for you. And I mean really fall for you. Not just they want to get in your pants because they think you’re attractive. But be consumed with every little piece of you. The way you talk, the way you laugh, the way you just exist. To everyone in love: you don’t know how lucky you are. I also want to...
natured: I was standing in line at dairy queen and I saw an elderly lady crying because she didn’t have enough money to pay for her small blizzard, so I bought her a large and helped her out to her car, and she cried and said ” I hope god made someone just for you out in the world so that they can treat you as special as you are” and I am sobbing right now.
Why do I go outside at one a.m. and search the stars as though I’d numbered...– Gail White, “For a Senior Killed on Prom Night” (via fakeville)
I just want to be normal, like everybody else.” “Are you sure that being like...– (via haemus)