"Books are no more threatened by Kindle than stairs by elevators." Stephen Fry
"She felt everything too deeply, it was like the world was too much for her." - Joyce Maynard (via saintofsass)
there is a hunger
in your bones
for a sleep
that will eat
every early morning
still tastes like a mistake
that you were never supposed to
your frantic fingers are
and more chewed
skin and shakiness
you are trying
to hold on but
your brain is rattling around
in all of that emptiness
you are supposed to be
incredible student incredible lover incredibly
perfect and never
falling to bits
but who would you be
without all this goddamn
You don’t have only one soul-mate.
If you did,
you would have married your best friend
three years ago.
She knows you
better than her right hand,
and she’ll listen to you cry
from eight states away.
You don’t have only one soul-mate,
because people wake up different parts of you—
parts you never even knew existed.
The boy when you were 15
taught you what it felt like
to get caught kissing in a closet
at the party you never should have been at
in the first place,
without his lips ever touching yours.
When you were 18,
a boy let you know what it’s like
to have your heart lodged in your throat,
because he’s moving 2,000 miles away,
And he won’t tell you when he’ll be back.
You wait until you’re 22
to get attached again,
and this time you feel it in every inch.
It’s as if you got struck by lightning—
the Lichtenberg figure crawls
up your arms and across your back,
like his hands on your skin
while you laid in bed together,
and you thought the thump of your heart
was in time with his.
You don’t have only one soul-mate;
Instead, you have soul-mates,
because your heart is huge
and you have the room.
team runs to the convenience store for late-night ben&jerry’s
laughing so hard you pee yourself, or getting so drunk you pee yourself
enjoying a sunday morning of greeting all the saturday night hook-ups as they leave
extensively planning a weekend of day-drinking well in advance
falling into your bar-star routine so easily its scary
living with your best girl friends, and next to your best guy friends
walking through campus and realizing how fucking beautiful everything is (people and buildings alike)
cross-analyzing your favourite book with your other favourite book
constantly being stimulated by ambitious and intelligent people (when they don’t drink, of course)
being convinced by your housemates to go to the bar (even though you promised yourself you’d stay in)
getting the cab to drop you off at pita pit for drunk shawarma fries
popping and snorting and seeing your pupils dilate as the adrenaline rattles your bones
being able to have sex with your boyfriend whenever (and wherever) you want
realizing the people you live with may be the best people in the world
talking to someone and realizing it’s totally hot being intelligent
being in an environment where sex, drugs, and alcohol are equally as important as readings, grades, and your future career
coming to terms with the fact that you’ve never in your life been as happy as now
god, i love university
"Every day that she spends with you is spent in sorrow for the day and in despair for tomorrow; thus, I, her yesterday, grow happier and more radiant in her memory. How wrong you are, on the other side, to think the past cannot be changed." - The Black City by Leonardo Alishan
You ask them how they fell.
or a fond memory that isn’t so hard to recover.
But what they describe
is only in the past.
So instead you ask them,
Why are you still falling?
They will look at you and wonder:
What is it that makes them stay
despite it all?
Some may doubt, linger, ponder
but there are those, like you,
who, without hesitation,
"I feel like a part of my soul has loved you since the beginning of everything.
Maybe we’re from the same star." - Emery Allen (via wethinkwedream)
"She’s been dead for two years and that’s the shit I remember…wonderful stuff, you know, little things like that. Those are the things I miss the most. The little idiosyncrasies that only I knew about. That’s what made her my wife. Oh, she had the goods on me too, she knew all my little peccadilloes. People call these things imperfections but they’re not, oh, that’s the good stuff. And then we get to choose who we let into our weird little worlds. You’re not perfect sport, and let me save you the suspense, this girl you met? She isn’t perfect, either. But the question is whether or not you’re perfect for each other." - Robin Williams as Sean Maguire, Good Will Hunting