I can bear any pain as long as it has meaning.
Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (via larmoyante)
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August 29th, 2012
July 8th, 2012
I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.
Mary Shelley, Frankenstein (via thelifeguardlibrarian)
April 29th, 2012
I’m lonely. And I’m lonely in some horribly deep way and for a flash of an instant, I can see just how lonely, and how deep this feeling runs. And it scares the shit out of me to be this lonely because it seems catastrophic.
Augusten Burroughs, Dry (via takemewithyouuuu)
April 25th, 2012
Sometimes when you meet someone, there’s a click. I don’t believe in love at first sight but I believe in that click.
Ann Aguirre, Blue Diablo (via anditslove)
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April 17th, 2012
How strange it is. We have these deep terrible lingering fears about ourselves and the people we love. Yet we walk around, talk to people, eat and drink. We manage to function. The feelings are deep and real. Shouldn’t they paralyze us? How is it we can survive them, at least for a little while? We drive a car, we teach a class. How is it no one sees how deeply afraid we were, last night, this morning? Is it something we all hide from each other, by mutual consent? Or do we share the same secret without knowing it? Wear the same disguise?
March 28th, 2012
There is no name for what I’m feeling. There is no description for it. To call it yearning would be like calling the ocean water. Whatever this thing is, it shoves you inside itself and you can’t measure its boundaries, because they go too far and you don’t have enough time. Or you move towards the boundaries and they move away.
There has been an earthquake in my life.
There has been an earthquake in my life.
R. A. Nelson, Teach Me (via hadhafang)
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March 18th, 2012
Soon madness has worn you down. It’s easier to do what it says than argue. In this way, it takes over your mind. You no longer know where it ends and you begin. You believe anything it says. You do what it tells you, no matter how extreme or absurd. If it says you’re worthless, you agree. You plead for it to stop. You promise to behave. You are on your knees before it, and it laughs
Marya Hornbacher, Madness: A Bipolar Life (via fuckyeahmaryahornbacher)
March 15th, 2012
Your handwriting. The way you walk. Which china pattern you choose. It’s all giving you away. Everything you do shows your hand. Everything is a self-portrait. Everything is a diary.
Chuck Palahniuk, Diary
March 10th, 2012
Yes, I want to ruin you.
Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms
March 9th, 2012
I certainly believe we all suffer damage, one way or another. How could we not, except in a world of perfect parents, siblings, neighbors, companions? And then there is the question, on which so much depends, of how we react to the damage: whether we admit it or repress it, and how this affects our dealings with others. Some admit the damage and try to mitigate it; some spend their lives trying to help others who are damaged; and then there are those whose main concern is to avoid further damage to themselves, at whatever cost. And those are the ones who are ruthless, and the ones to be careful of.
Julian Barnes, The Sense of an Ending (via paperbackgirl)
