pixie dust scribbles

It’s not as if I don’t have anything to read; there’s a tower of perfectly good unread books next to my bed, not to mention the shelves of books in the living room I’ve been meaning to reread. I find myself, maddeningly, hungry for the next one, as yet unknown. I no longer try to analyze this hunger; I capitulated long ago to the book lust that’s afflicted me most of my life.

— Lewis Buzbee, The Yellow-Lighted Bookshop (via prettybooks)

The worst part of being lied to is knowing that you weren’t worth the truth.

— (via withlove—always)

Sometimes I lie awake at night, and I ask, ‘Where have I gone wrong?’ Then a voice says to me, ‘This is going to take more than one night.’

— Charles M. Shulz (via girlwithoutwings)

(Source: quote-book)

You wanna know what I struggle with? It’s not that I’m too reserved, too detached. It’s that I’m too emotional. I’m impulsive and emotional. And I give myself over right away. And passionately. I pour myself out. Can’t you see that I’m protecting myself? Because I’m afraid I’ll get carried away. I won’t be able to think. I won’t be able to analyze. I won’t be able to work.

— (via eletheowl)

We’ve taken the world apart but we have no idea what to do with the pieces.

—  Chuck Palahniuk, Asfixia   (via anditslove)

(Source: tillthemusicends)

When we hold each other, in the darkness, it doesn’t make the darkness go away. The bad things are still out there. The nightmares still walking. When we hold each other we feel not safe, but better. “It’s all right” we whisper, “I’m here, I love you.” and we lie: “I’ll never leave you.” For just a moment or two the darkness doesn’t seem so bad.

— Neil Gaiman, Neil Gaiman’s Midnight Days (via thresca)

How silently the heart pivots on its hinge.

— Jane Hirshfield, “Not Moving Even One Step” (via helplesslyamazed)

(Source: quote-book)

Failure is the universe’s way of telling you to either try harder or try something else. Nothing more. Nothing less.

— I Wrote This For You: The Domain (via anditslove)