Why do people have to be this lonely? What’s the point of it all? Millions of...– Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart (via 4mbivalent)
I’m just not the type of person who accumulates friends or enjoys crowds. I’m...– Kate Morton, “The Distant Hours” (via minevras)
thevirtualhermit: We only play at being adults Trying on age like dress-up clothes.
clumsyoctopus: flower language has always been an intense source of disappointment for me like, they all mean really generic things like “love” or “forever” or “i’m sorry” i thought you could combine flowers like you could just send someone a bouquet and from the combination of hibiscus and posies and tulips they’d understand “the rebel leader is dead, rendezvous at the docks at 8, bring the...
imperfectio: I just love books and libraries and the smell of books and complete silence except the sound of someone flipping the pages and i just love words and paper and fictional characters and all the feelings my destiny is to live inside a bookstore
Learn from everyone. Follow no one. Watch for patterns. Work like hell.– Scott McCloud (via larmoyante)
thevirtualhermit: It has to be a lie Those sweet things You say Don’t tease me When I hide Burying my face In soft pillowcase I’ve heard too many Songs and read Too many novels To believe What you say Is true Pretty girls Don’t spend their Birthdays alone No no It can’t be true If I was beautiful I wouldn’t have Been forced To wait so long For you.
thedustdancestoo: he liked to kiss her forehead, little reminders that her thoughts were beautiful.