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You wanted happiness, I can’t blame you for that, and maybe a mouth sounds idiotic when it blathers on about joy but tell me you love this, tell me you’re not miserable.

—Richard Siken, Crush (via larmoyante)

A little damage makes people more interesting, right?

—Catherine Hapka, Something Borrowed (via left-nut)

(Source: uglypnis, via konnotativ)

Our relationship wasn’t the sun, the moon, and the stars, but it wasn’t bullshit, either.

—Junot Diaz, This Is How You Lose Her (via anditslove)

(via tearsandlaughter)

Happiness is anyone and anything that’s loved by you.

—Charles M. Schulz (via kicu38)

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I still say Charles M. Schulz should have received the Nobel Prize for literature.

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I still say Charles M. Schulz should have received the Nobel Prize for literature.

Once, in my father’s bookshop, I heard a regular customer say that few things leave a deeper mark on a reader than the first book that finds its way into his heart. Those first images, the echo of words we think we have left behind, accompany us throughout our lives and sculpt a palace in our memory to which, sooner or later—no matter how many books we read, how many worlds we discover, or how much we learn or forget—we will return.

—Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind (via libraryland)

(via thegirlandherbooks)

I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it because ‘romantic’ doesn’t mean ‘sugary.’ It’s dark and tormented — the furor of passion, the despair of an idealism that you can’t attain.