There are worse crimes than burning books. One of them is not reading them.

April 23 201406·35 pm236 notes
Joseph Brodsky (via observando)

She never felt like she belonged anywhere, except for when she was laying on her bed, pretending to be somewhere else.

April 23 201406·27 pm43,494 notes
Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor and Park (via a-thousand-words)

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A good laugh and a long sleep are the two best cures for anything.

April 23 201406·26 pm359,799 notes
Irish proverb  (via perfect)

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Every reader finds himself. The writer’s work is merely a kind of optical instrument that makes it possible for the reader to discern what, without this book, he would perhaps never have seen in himself.

April 23 201406·25 pm144 notes
Marcel Proust (via observando)

It doesn’t make sense to call ourselves ugly, because we don’t really see ourselves. We don’t watch ourselves sleeping in bed, curled up and silent with chests rising and falling with our own rhythm. We don’t see ourselves reading a book, eyes fluttering and glowing. You don’t see yourself looking at someone with love and care inside your heart. There’s no mirror in your way when you’re laughing and smiling and happiness is leaking out of you. You would know exactly how bright and beautiful you are if you saw yourself in the moments where you are truly yourself.

I watched the meteor shower at 2 A.M. I lay on a cold sidewalk in front of a stranger’s house. I can’t remember who, but as we were lying there someone said, ‘Just think of how many people are watching the exact same thing right now.’ Love you.

April 23 201403·46 pm9 notes
Zoe Trope (Please Don’t Kill the Freshman)

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April 23 201403·45 pm63,279 notes
Last messages from Survivors and Students trapped inside the ferry

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I am nothing. I’m like someone who’s been thrown into the ocean at night, floating all alone. I reach out, but no one is there. I call out, but no one answers. I have no connection to anything.

April 23 201403·34 pm542 notes
Haruki Murakami, 1Q84. (via soispreux)

That’s what the world is , after all: an endless battle of contrasting memories.

April 23 201403·34 pm797 notes
Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (via man-of-prose)