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“There are a million ways to bleed. But you are by far my favorite.” Iain S. Thomas, The Scars You Love (via kitty-en-classe)

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“It’s a most distressing affliction to have a sentimental heart and a skeptical mind.” Naguib Mahfouz (via whatwhatwhat)

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“I dislike interaction. The less I say the better I feel. I was naturally a loner. I didn’t want conversation, or to go anywhere. I didn’t understand other people who wanted to share their emotions. Parties sickened me. I was drawn to all the wrong things: I was lazy, I didn’t have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I didn’t make for an interesting person. I didn’t want to be interesting, it was too hard. What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone. Relationships never worked with me. I always lost interest. I simply disliked people, crowds, anywhere, except at my readings.” Charles Bukowski (via ohbabyitsnatalie)

“I can’t exactly describe how I feel but it’s not quite right. And it leaves me cold.” F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Love of the Last Tycoon (via kurtslibido)

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“We read to find the end, for the story’s sake. We read not to reach it, for the sake of the reading itself. We read searchingly, like trackers, oblivious of our surroundings. We read distractedly, skipping pages. We read contemptuously, admiringly, negligently, angrily, passionately, enviously, longingly. We read in gusts of sudden pleasure, without knowing what brought the pleasure along. ‘What in the world is this emotion?’ asks Rebecca West after reading King Lear. ‘What is the bearing of supremely great works of art on my life which makes me feel so glad?’ We don’t know: we read ignorantly. We read in slow, long motions, as if drifting in space, weightless. We read full of prejudice, malignantly. We read generously, making excuses for the text, filling gaps, mending faults. And sometimes, when the stars are kind, we read with an intake of breath, with a shudder, as if someone or something has ‘walked over our grave,’ as if a memory had suddenly been rescued from a place deep within us—the recognition of something we never knew was there, or of something we vaguely felt as a flicker or shadow, whose ghostly form rises and passes back into us before we can see what it is, leaving us older and wiser.” Alberto Manguel, A History of Reading (via invisiblestories)

“Every year, many, many stupid people graduate from college. And if they can do it, so can you.”
― John Green” (via youngfolks-youngstyle)

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“I do not know everything; still many things I understand.” Madeleine L’Engle, A Wrinkle in Time (via bookmania)

“In this world
love has no color
yet how deeply my body
is stained by yours.” Izumi Shikibu, Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan (via 4mbivalent)

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“A cigarette is the perfect type of perfect pleasure it is exquisite and leaves one unsatisfied. What more could one want?” Oscar Wilde (via avenue-stoned)

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“There is something about words. In expert hands, manipulated deftly, they take you prisoner. Wind themselves around your limbs like spider silk, and when you are so enthralled you cannot move, they pierce your skin, enter your blood, numb your thoughts. Inside you they work their magic.” Dianne Setterfield, The Thirteenth Tale (via cordura)

“i hope you find yourself; whether its out there in the brick
or in here in the trees, or out at sea. i hope you find
someone who wants to find you… count the bricks you’ve seen,
the waves you’ve conquered, or the leaves you’d lost yourself
in.” Rakishi. to Luella, circ. 1918. (via lylaandblu)

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“If Nature were not so slient he might have changed his opinion. There is nothing like noise for suggesting importance. Had we a finer sense of sound we might be able to hear the natural movements. Could he have heard all that was going on around him that man might have been impressed.” The Worm Forgives the Plough, John Stewart Collis. (via o-delaisse)

“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” Maya Angelou (via thehipsterkids)