“I am not this year and I am not your fault.
I am muscles building cells, a little every day, because they broke that day,
but bones are stronger once they heal and I am smiling to the bus driver and replacing my groceries once a week and I am not sitting for hours in the shower anymore.
I am the way a life unfolds and bloom and seasons come and go and I am the way the spring always finds a way to turn even the coldest winter into a field of green and flowers and new life.
I am not your fault.”—Charlotte Eriksson (via miscellaneous-quotes)
“We can view depression as a profound and very misunderstood state of deep rest, entered into when we are completely exhausted by the weight of our own identity. It is an unconscious loss of interest in our story. It is a profound call to let go of the old, and plunge into the new …”—Jeff Foster (via water-veiled)
Snape has largely been considered a heroic character within the Potter fandom, with apologists going so far as to suggest that he did nothing wrong. However, anyone who reads the books with a critical eye knows that Severus Snape, one of the most well-written and interesting characters of the series, was a complete toolshed. This panel, which will be open to screaming and boos from the audience, is designed to separate impressions of Snape’s value as a literary character from his values as a person within the books.
“When it can be said by any country in the world, my poor are happy, neither ignorance nor distress is to be found among them, my jails are empty of prisoners, my streets of beggars, the aged are not in want, the taxes are not oppressive, the rational world is my friend because I am the friend of happiness. When these things can be said, then may that country boast its constitution and government. Independence is my happiness, the world is my country and my religion is to do good.”—Thomas Paine (via observando)
"They found the biggest tortoise in the world in South America today,” you said, massaging the tender knot at the back of my neck with one hand removing your boots with the other. "They had to get a lorry or something to remove it, imagine that.” I said nothing, thinking of all of the things you understand and all of the things you don’t like how I will love you forever but probably from afar and not in the way you want and how you’ll find somebody new to be with. It’s only fair. Maybe he or she will have a tightness in the neck a passion for useless facts the power to stick around and really, I miss you already.
“Few men realize that their life, the very essence of their character, their capabilities and their audacities, are only the expression of their belief in the safety of their surroundings.”—Joseph Conrad (via observando)
“You just do it. You force yourself to get up. You force yourself to put one foot before the other, and God damn it, you refuse to let it get to you. You fight. You cry. You curse. Then you go about the business of living. That’s how I’ve done it. There’s no other way.”—Elizabeth Taylor (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
“You kiss me with your mouth wide open like you’re not afraid of swallowing poison. I taste the good and bad in you and want them both. We call this bravery.”—Anita Ofokansi, Literary Sexts (via larmoyante)
“You can wet the rim of a glass and run your finger around the rim and it will make a sound. This is what I feel like: this sound of glass. I feel like the word ‘shatter.’ I want to be with someone.”—Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale (via larmoyante)
“I’ll never know, and neither will you, of the life you don’t choose. We’ll only know that whatever that sister life was, it was important and beautiful and not ours. It was the ghost ship that didn’t carry us. There’s nothing to do but salute it from the shore.”—Cheryl Strayed (via meganfalley)
“I see them standing at the formal gates of their colleges,
I see my father strolling out
under the ochre sandstone arch, the
red tiles glinting like bent
plates of blood behind his head, I
see my mother with a few light books at her hip
standing at the pillar made of tiny bricks,
the wrought-iron gate still open behind her, its
sword-tips aglow in the May air,
they are about to graduate, they are about to get married,
they are kids, they are dumb, all they know is they are
innocent, they would never hurt anybody.
I want to go up to them and say Stop,
don’t do it—she’s the wrong woman,
he’s the wrong man, you are going to do things
you cannot imagine you would ever do,
you are going to do bad things to children,
you are going to suffer in ways you have not heard of,
you are going to want to die. I want to go
up to them there in the late May sunlight and say it,
her hungry pretty face turning to me,
her pitiful beautiful untouched body,
his arrogant handsome face turning to me,
his pitiful beautiful untouched body,
but I don’t do it. I want to live. I
take them up like the male and female
paper dolls and bang them together
at the hips, like chips of flint, as if to
strike sparks from them, I say
Do what you are going to do, and I will tell about it.”—"I Go Back to May 1937" - Sharon Olds
“Wait it out. One day you will find a lover who knows your heart is made of cathedral glass. They will know how to touch you in all the right ways without you praying. Wait it out. One day you will find a lover who sees the slave you are to yourself. They will pay enough attention to see you tremble under some words you speak. Wait it out. One day you will find yourself. You will find yourself in the nights the weather has been nicer than usual and you’re able to gaze at the stars. You will find yourself in the compliments of strangers. You will find yourself in the doors you hold open for others. You will find yourself in the books you can’t put down in the library. You will find yourself when the new recipe you tried turns out perfectly. You will find yourself in breathtaking views. Wait it out. Your heart is not stagnant; it beats for beautiful things. Wait it out. One day you will find a lover who knows exactly what that means.”—Noelle (via nonsensicalnoelle)