November 2010
“His soul sat up. It met me. Those kinds of souls always do - the best ones. The ones who rise up and say “I know who you are and I am ready. Not that I want to go, of course, but I will come.” Those souls are always light because more of them have been put out. More of them have already found their way to other places.”
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The Book Thief by Markus Zusak (via thechocolatebrigade)
For Anushka.
“I have to remind myself that some birds aren’t meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up DOES rejoice. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they’re gone. I guess I just miss my friend.”
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Different Seasons by Stephen King (via thechocolatebrigade)
Careening through the universe, your axis on a tilt, you’re guiltless and free. I hope you take a piece of me with you.
“We all have the potential to fall in love a thousand times in our lifetime. It’s easy. The first girl I ever loved was someone I knew in sixth grade. Her name was Missy; we talked about horses. The last girl I love will be someone I haven’t even met yet, probably. They all count. But there are certain people you love who do something else; they define how you classify what love is supposed to feel like. These are the most important people in your life, and you’ll meet maybe four or five of these people over the span of 80 years. But there’s still one more tier to all this; there is always one person you love who becomes that definition. It usually happens retrospectively, but it happens eventually. This is the person who unknowingly sets the template for what you will always love about other people, even if some of these loveable qualities are self-destructive and unreasonable. The person who defines your understanding of love is not inherently different than anyone else, and they’re often just the person you happen to meet the first time you really, really, want to love someone. But that person still wins. They win, and you lose. Because for the rest of your life, they will control how you feel about everyone else.”
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Killing Yourself to Live: 85% of a True Story by Chuck Klosterman (via thechocolatebrigade)
Cryingcryingcrying.
I'm only really good at pointless list making.
Things on my bed right now:
1. Myself.
2. Elle Magazine.
3. Jingle bell earrings.
4. Three knit hats from my grandma.
5. A Tinker Bell pillow.
6. A Peter Pan doll.
7. Benefit Sugarbomb blush.
8. A lighter from Cancun.
9. Tarina Tarantino Fuchsia Revolution lipgloss.
10. Red Christmas boxers with white snowflakes.
11. Nightmare Before Christmas ashtray.
12. Purple jeggings.
13. A shoe without a sole.
14. Betsey Johnson snowflake earrings.
15. An article about genetic preimplantation.
16. Biology notebook.
17. Feminism notebook.
18. White cardigan.
19. Neon blue bra.
20. Victoria’s Secret bag full of undies.
21. Neon purple bra.
22. A book about cupcakes.
23. A book about housekeeping.
“Don’t ask for guarantees. And don’t look to be saved in any one thing, person, machine, or library. Do your own bit of saving, and if you drown, at least die knowing you were heading for shore.”
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Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
For Robert, my Honeybuns.
“All I know is this: nobody’s very big in the first place, and it looks to me like everybody spends their whole life tearing everybody else down.”
—One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, Ken Kesey (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?
Italy. Ravenna, specifically.
“I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That’s why I’m trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning.”
—The Perks of Being A Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky (via thechocolatebrigade)
