|—||Iain Thomas (via the-healing-nest)|
|—||Albert Camus, “The Fall” (via mirroir)|
|—||Scott Westerfeld (via thatkindofwoman)|
I shiver, thinking how easy it is to be totally wrong about people, to see one tiny part of them and confuse it for the whole, to see the cause and think it’s the effect or vice versa.
~ Lauren Oliver, Before I Fall
My expectations will be the death of me
I am sad. Sad that nothing, and I mean nothing, goes the way I think it will or should. I am sad that every single moment of every single day is work. I am sad that no one told me it would be this hard. I am sad that I do most things alone. I am sad that even when I’m with people I usually feel alone. I am sad that I’m sad for no apparent reason. I’m sad that I have so many reasons to be happy yet I am still sad. I’m sad that I rarely have the energy to support other people. I’m sad that very few people understand any of this. I’m sad that the people that do understand are so far away. I’m sad. I’m trying not to be, but I am.
|—||Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out (via emptieds)|
|—||Adorno, Towards a New Manifesto (via mirrorlywe)|
Erasing the Hate From Our Lives
Hate: (v)– to dislike intensely or passionately; feel extreme aversion for or extreme hostility…
Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart (via web-girl)
Some moments I feel closer to myself than I’ve ever been. Other moments I couldn’t be further away.
|—||Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated (via larmoyante)|
i want to cry