A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies, the man who never reads lives...– George R.R. Martin (via vermouths)
Some nights are made for torture, or reflection, or the savoring of loneliness.– Poppy Z. Brite (via misswallflower)
You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are...– Anais Nin (via trua)
I’ve been homesick for countries I’ve never been, and longed to be where I...– John Cheever (via thenocturnals)
tmfs:: To My Future Wife: →
tomyfuturespouse: Words of advice My Dad told me ‘Marry a girl with character. It makes the best marriage in the long run.’ My Mother told me ‘Marry the girl who makes your heart burst with excitement.’ My Grandmother told me ‘The first girl you fall in love with, is never the girl you marry.’ My…
It’s weird to feel like you miss someone you’re not even sure you know.– David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest (via liquidnight)
I don’t know when we’ll see each other again or what the world will be like when...– Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha (via thenocturnals)
Everything is a self-portrait. A diary. Your whole drug history’s in a strand of...– Chuck Palahniuk (via thenocturnals)
To My Future Wife:
tomyfuturespouse: I’ll hold you close when thunder crashes outside.
Silence make the real conversations between friends. Not the saying, but the...– Margaret Lee Runbeck (via larmoyante)
The relationship of a girl and her favorite novel can be complex indeed.– Andrea Cremer (via amandaonwriting)
We should all have someone in our lives on whom we can look back and say, ‘I saw...– Max Lucado (via littlethingsaboutgod)
This morning, with her, having coffee.– Johnny Cash, when asked for his definition of paradise. + (via thenocturnals)
i notice everything.
and by everything, i literally mean everything. i notice when someone stops hitting me up like they used to. i notice when the way someone talks to me starts changing. i notice the little things that people do, and the little things they used to do. i notice when things change, and when it’s no longer the same. i notice every single little detail. i just don’t say anything.
Send me the pillow, the one that you dream on, and I’ll send you mine.– Morrissey (via eternallyinthetardis)
… It is unbearably painful For the soul to love silently.– Anna Akhmatova, from The Complete Poems (translated by Judith Hemschemeyer)