"Do they sense it, these dead writers, when their books are read? Does a pinprick of light appear in their darkness? Is their soul stirred by the feather touch of another mind reading theirs? I do hope so."
— Diane Setterfield, The Thirteenth Tale
"He looked at me like I was crazy. Most of my lovers do, and that’s partly why they love me, and partly why they leave."
— Jeanette Winterson (via skinnyqutes
I had a dream where every person, at exactly midnight on new years following their 22nd birthday, they possessed the body of their soulmate and people ran around trying to figure out who they were so that they could find eachother, and they left notes for the body’s owner to find with their address. And there were some language gaps so people had to translate it and travel to different countries carrying the notes they were left, and it was great
write a book right now
"It’s a very powerful thing when someone sees you as the person you wish you were."
— Veronica Mars (via t0xicfairies
I didn’t realize
I was slowly dying
Until you made me feel
It’s funny how one person.
A mortal and nothing more
Can have all the power in the
Because they have all the power over
"Do not fall in love with a poet. They will turn you into metaphors and rewrite you so many times, you won’t know who you are anymore. Also, they lie too beautifully."
"It’s easy to take off your clothes and have sex. People do it all the time. But opening up your soul to someone, letting them into your spirit, thoughts, fears, future, hopes, dreams… that is being naked."
— Rob Bell (via felicefawn
"If I never see you again
I will always carry you
on my fingertips
and at brain edges
and in centers
of what I am of
— Charles Bukowski
So let me get this straight:
People are boycotting Kraft just because of this one ad
Wow, when you put it that way it almost seems like we live in a rampantly sexist, misogynistic, and hypocritical society.
"When trouble strikes, head to the library. You will either be able to solve the problem, or simply have something to read as the world crashes down around you."
— Lemony Snicket (via mercurieux
I didn’t believe that people could be home, until I left him.
The farther I drove away, the more my bones ached,
the more my head throbbed, the more my chest felt hollow.
For the longest time, I thought I missed the hole in the blue corduroy couch and the awful chicken wallpaper in our kitchen and the ice machine in the fridge,
but it wasn’t until I realized that my hands did not ache for cold door handles or our bronze kitchen sink, but that they missed you,
your stubbly cheeks, your hips, the way they fit wrapped around you.
Home was never supposed to be you.
Home was never supposed to be warm skin or collar bones,
but that is how it happened.
You are home,
and I am just useless furniture with nowhere to go.