For our love for words.
“But even so, every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drink, the very air I breathe, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o’clock in the morning.”
― Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
From Andrea Gibson’s “I Sing the Body Electric, Especially When my Power’s Out”
I said to the sun, tell me about the big bang.
The sun said, “It hurts to become.”
|—||The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via ender-andrew-wiggin)|
“I didn’t realize this was a sad occasion.”
Every member of the VFD has a tattoo of an eye on their left ankle.
Hello! Your tumblr is amazing!
My name is Henrique and I’m a big fan of all the Tolkien works, i got alot of books!
I made this tattoo for my girlfriend Gabriella.
Erupoldanissë tennoio órenyassë = Gabriella forever in my heart.
Its Quenya Language and Tengwar letters.
|—||Jane Eyre; Charlotte Bronte (via srazzle)|
“Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It’s not.” - The Lorax, Dr. Seuss
“There is a loneliness that can be rocked. Arms crossed, knees drawn up, holding, holding on, this motion, unlike a ship’s, smooths and contains the rocker. It’s an inside kind—wrapped tight like skin. Then there is the loneliness that roams. No rocking can hold it down. It is alive. On its own. A dry and spreading thing that makes the sound of one’s own feet going seem to come from a far-off place.”
Toni Morrison, Beloved
“It was a bright, cold day in April and the clocks were striking thirteen.” - first line of 1984 by George Orwell
“It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.” -George Orwell (1984)
This book changed my view of the world.
|—||Mark Twain (via somelittlejoy)|