We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.

SYLVIA PLATH

His heart danced upon her movements like a cork upon a tide. He heard what her eyes said to him from beneath their cowl and knew that in some dim past, whether in life or revery, he had heard their tale before.

JAMES JOYCE, A PORTRAIT OF THE ARTIST AS A YOUNG MAN

I hate this feeling. Like I’m here, but I’m not. Like someone cares. But they don’t. Like I belong somewhere else, anywhere but here, and escape lies just past that snowy window, cool and crisp as the February air.

– Ellen Hopkins, Crank

Stained Glass

poetry-revolution:

I have looked down at my broken

and bruised knuckles

and bleeding heart

and reassured myself that this is

okay,

this is growing up.

Growing up for me was punching walls

and mascara stained cheeks

and crumbled packs of cigarettes

in-between tossed out papers of

bad poetry.

rolorevolution:

Scott Pilgrim’s response was always on point

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It is in vain to say human beings ought to be satisfied with tranquility: they must have action; and they will make it if they cannot find it.

Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre

I’ve been making a list of the things they don’t teach you at school. They don’t teach you how to love somebody. They don’t teach you now to be famous. They don’t teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don’t teach you how to walk away from someone you don’t love any longer. They don’t teach you how to know what’s going on in someone else’s mind. They don’t teach you what to say to someone who’s dying. They don’t teach you anything worth knowing.

Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones

When someone leaves you, apart from missing them, apart from the fact that the whole little world you’ve created together collapses, and that everything you see or do reminds you of them, the worst is the thought that they tried you out and, in the end, you got stamped REJECT by the one you love.

Sometimes I wanted to dance and laugh with my friends until midnight, and sometimes I wanted to screen all calls and hide away with a tragic novel and a bag of candy. Sometimes I spend an hour trying to pretty myself up, and sometimes I could barely be bothered to comb the knots out of my hair before I left the house. Sometimes I wanted to know what it felt like to tell a boy all my secrets. Other times, that seemed as impossible as waking up one morning to find myself fluent in a foreign language. Sometimes I felt better alone than I did with people. And sometimes that just felt lonely.

Michelle Dalton, Sixteenth Summer

The strange thing about seeing someone for the first time in nine years is the way they look totally different, just for a second, a split second, and then they look at you the way they always have, as if no time has passed between you.

Rainbow Rowell, Attachments

Many people who appear to you to be old and stupidly saddled down with kids and cars and houses were once every bit as hip and pompous as you.

Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things

It is impossible to say why we love something or someone. We can come up with reasons if we have to, but the important part happens in the dark, beyond our control. We just know when it is there. And when it goes away.

John Ajvide Lindqvist, Little Star

The Japanese say you have three faces. The first face, you show to the world. The second face, you show to your close friends, and your family. The third face, you never show anyone. It is the truest reflection of who you are.

Right on

Right on

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