There is a kind of crying I hope you have not experienced, and it is not just crying about something terrible that has happened, but a crying for all of the terrible things that have happened, not just to you but to everyone you know and to everyone you don’t know and even the people you don’t want to know, a crying that cannot be diluted by a brave deed or a kind word, but only by someone holding you as your shoulders shake and your tears run down your face.

Lemony Snicket  (via flirtingwithtime)

May 9, 2012     537 notes

When someone says you’re pretty

purelyawkward:

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April 15, 2012     31,583 notes

Others imply that they know what it is like to be depressed because they have gone through a divorce, lost a job, or broken up with someone. But these experiences carry with them feelings. Depression, instead, is flat, hollow, and unendurable. It is also tiresome. People cannot abide being around you when you are depressed. They might think that they ought to, and they might even try, but you know and they know that you are tedious beyond belief: you are irritable and paranoid and humorless and lifeless and critical and demanding and no reassurance is ever enough. You’re frightened, and you’re frightening, and you’re “not at all like yourself but will be soon,” but you know you won’t.

An Unquiet Mind: A Memoir of Moods and Madness by Kay Redfield Jamison (via thechocolatebrigade)

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April 15, 2012     744 notes

Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.

 Sylvia Plath (via ivana-x)

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April 14, 2012     39 notes

nobirdssing:

“These are the wintering birds from Canada—they think this is the warm spot.” —Tedor Whitman

Blue cold by Mikhail Palinchak

January 7, 2012     445 notes

I doubt if I shall ever have time to read the book again — there are too many new ones coming out all the time which I want to read. Yet an old book has something for me which no new book can ever have — for at every reading the memories and atmosphere of other readings come back and I am reading old years as well as an old book.

L. M. Montgomery, The Selected Journals of L. M. Montgomery, Vol. 3 (via bookoasis)

January 5, 2012     433 notes
sweet theme, bro.