❝ I would catch sight of some flawless man off in the distance, but as soon as he moved closer I immediately saw he wouldn’t do at all.
— Sylvia Plath is my freakin’ home girl

As I have traversed the land, my feet have become calloused from the miles.

Why then, if my heart has traveled far greater distances than my feet, do I find it as tender as the day I first set out?

— Anonymous 
❝ Does it break my heart, of course, every moment of every day, into more pieces than my heart was made of… the distance that wedged itself between me and my happiness wasn’t the world, it wasn’t the bombs and burning buildings, it was me, my thinking, the cancer of never letting go, is ignorance bliss, I don’t know, but it’s so painful to think, and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me? I think and think and think; I’ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.
— Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
❝ Some people may be quite fat, others thin, some handsome, yet if I look at them with an X-ray machine, I can see a room full of skeletons with huge eye sockets. That is the real nature of our body.
— The Dalai Lama
❝ We tell ourselves stories in order to live… We look for the sermon in the suicide, for the social or moral lesson in the murder of five. We interpret what we see, select the most workable of the multiple choices. We live entirely… by the imposition of a narrative line upon disparate images, by the “ideas” with which we have learned to freeze the shifting phantasmagoria which is our actual experience.
— Joan Didion
The White Album
❝ Along the brittle treacherous bright streets of memory comes my heart, singing like an idiot, whispering like a drunken man who (at a certain corner, suddenly) meets the tall policeman of my mind.
e.e. cummings (via lapetitemermaid)

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❝ People who don’t drink are afraid of revealing themselves.
— Humphrey Bogart (via bsherrod)

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❝ I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.
The Great Gatsby (via kidviciouss)

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Vonnegut jfkldsjflks. Yes.

Vonnegut jfkldsjflks. Yes.

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❝ August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.
— Sylvia Plath (via incassum)

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