“Buying books is immensely comforting. Maybe I won’t read them immediately, but they make me feel so much better whenever I’m sad and blue. Just their presence, it’s like having more to look forward to.”

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You’re what keeps me believing the world’s not gone dead, strength in my bones put the words in my head. When they pour out to paper, it’s all for you, cuz that’s what you do. I want to know your fear, from your feet to the back of your ears. When they raise the landing gear, will your heart stay here? 

Have you even been in love? Horrible, isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means that someone can get up inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life. You give them a piece of you. They don’t ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness so a simple phrase like ‘Maybe we should just be friends’ or ‘How very perceptive’ turns into a glass splinter working it’s way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. Nothing should be able to do that. Especially not love. I hate love. Neil Gaiman (The Kindly Ones)

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She leaned down and looked at his lifeless face and Leisel kissed her best friend, Rudy Steiner, soft and true on his lips. He tasted dusty and sweet. He tasted like regret in the shadows of trees and in the glow of the anarchist’s suit collection. She kissed him long and soft, and when she pulled herself away, she touched his mouth with her fingers…She did not say goodbye. She was incapable, and after a few more minutes at his side, she was able to tear herself from the ground. It amazes me what humans can do, even when streams are flowing down their faces and they stagger on… Markus Zusak, The Book Thief (via booksfrommyshelf)

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I really don’t know what ‘I love you’ means. I think it means ‘Don’t leave me here alone.’ Neil Gaiman (via munstersandghosts)

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Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and will come forth later in uglier ways. Sigmund Freud  (via oblivionxo)

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The appropriate response to reality is to go insane. Philip K. (via fleshscars)

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you know, sometimes all you need is 20 seconds of insane courage. just literally 20 seconds of just embarrassing bravery. and i promise you, something great will come out of it. Benjamin Mee - We Bought A Zoo (via livinglifeinblack-andwhite)

The sadness will last forever. Suicide note of Vincent van Gogh (1853-1890)

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We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is, knowing how to tip ourselves over and let hte beautiful stuff out. Ray Bradbury (via psych-quotes)

I hated school. I don’t trust anybody who looks back on the years 14 to 18 with any enjoyment. If you liked being a teenager, there’s something really wrong with you. Stephen King (via lilo-andstitch)

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