The kid read books like he was engaged in some sort of scavenger procedure, scowling in concentration, turning pages at improbable speed while he flayed away the inessential flesh of prose and inspected the skeleton of the story, the bare facts or crucial nonsense. Dylan Ebdus didn’t read, he filleted.
— The Fortress of Solitude; Jonathan Lethem (via eileenssummerreadinglist)
I hope
you never
regret me.
— 5:00 p.m. (Please don’t ever think of me as a mistake)
People always fall in love with the most perfect aspects of each other’s personalities. Who wouldn’t? Anybody can love the most wonderful parts of another person. But that’s not the clever trick. The really clever trick is this: Can you accept the flaws? Can you look at your partner’s faults honestly and say, ‘I can work around that. I can make something out of it.’? Because the good stuff is always going to be there, and it’s always going to pretty and sparkly, but the crap underneath can ruin you.
Elizabeth GilbertCommitted: A Skeptic Makes Peace with Marriage (via feellng)
People who read are people who dream, and we connect through the stories we live and tell and read
— Amy Poehler, Honorary Chairperson of World Book Night US (via thehpalliance)
Don’t let yourself feel worthless: often through life you will really be at your worst when you seem to think best of yourself; and don’t worry about losing your personality, as you persist in calling it: at fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of the moon, and when you are my age you will give out, as I do, the genial golden warmth of 4 p.m.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via wordsnquotes)

We create fantasy because, without it, reality would be unbearable.
Illustration by Kristin Kest


We create fantasy because, without it, reality would be unbearable.

Illustration by Kristin Kest

I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.
— Arthur Rimbaud, Alchemy of the Word  (via rlyrlyugly)
All I can ever ask of you is to please never settle for me. If I’m not what you’re looking for, if I’m not good enough for you, then don’t stay.
— Because you’ll end up leaving anyways (via brunettes-n-sunsets)

Sara Bareilles - She Used to be Mine

The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts.
— Aurelius, Marcus. Meditations.    (via rlyrlyugly)