the words, they whisper
“It is likely I will die next to a pile of things I was meaning to read.”
— Lemony Snicket
You must not reduce yourself to a puddle just because the person you like is afraid to swim and you are a fierce sea to them; because there will be someone who was born with love of the waves within their blood, and they will look at you with fear and respect.
—T.B. LaBerge // Things I’m Still Learning at 25
When you are used to the kind of life—of never getting anything you want—you stop knowing what it is you want.
The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
The Dream Thieves
I wish I had the courage not to fight and doubt everything. I wish, just once, I could say: ‘This. This is good enough.’
The Buddhists say if you meet somebody and your heart pounds, your hands shake, your knees go weak, that’s not the one. When you meet your ‘soul mate’ you’ll feel calm. No anxiety, no agitation.
I don’t care if it’s a sad good-bye or a bad good-bye, but when I leave a place I like to know I’m leaving it.
The Catcher in the Rye
The soul is unmanifest; it is unthinkable; and it is spoken of as immutable. Therefore, knowing this as such, you should not grieve.
I will be wild. I will be brutal. I will encircle you and conquer you. I will be more powerful than your boats and your swords and your blood lust. I will be inevitable.
A Memory of Wind by Rachel Swirsky.
Everyone’s pretty much the same— we’re all just fucked up individuals.