by intrusive
I love no one but you, I have discovered, but you are far away and I am here alone. Then this is my life and maybe, however unlikely, I’ll find my way back there. Or maybe, one day, I’ll settle for second best. And on that same day, hell will freeze over, the sun will burn out and the stars will fall from the sky.
Lemony Snicket (via cerfs)
(Source: beautemillesimee, via yenzi)
When you drop a glass or a plate to the ground it makes a loud crashing sound. When a window shatters, a table leg breaks or when a picture falls off the wall it makes a noise. But as for your heart, when that breaks it is completely silent. You would think as it is so important it would make the loudest noise in the whole world or even have some sort of ceremonious sound like the gong of a cymbal or the ringing of a bell. But it is silent and you almost wish there was a noise to distract you from the pain. If there is a noise it is internal. It screams and no one can hear it but you. It screams so loud your ears ring and your head aches. It trashes around in your chest like a great white shark caught in the sea. It roars like a mother bear whose cub has been taken. That is what it looks like and that is what it sounds like, a trashing panicking trapped great big beast roaring like a prisoner to its own emotions. But that is the thing about love. No one is untouchable.
Cecelia Ahern (via atomos)
I don’t believe in failure, because simply by saying you’ve failed, you’ve admitted you attempted. And anyone who attempts is not a failure. Those who truly fail in my eyes are the ones who never try at all. The ones who sit on the couch and whine and moan and wait for the world to change for them.
Sarah Dessen (via aeloquence)
(Source: beautemillesimee, via atomos)
So different are the colours of life, as we look forward to the future, or backward to the past; and so different the opinions and sentiments which this contrariety of appearance naturally produces, that the conversation of the old and young ends generally with contempt or pity on either side.
Victor Hugo (via cosive)
(Source: grovegrove)
I just love anything that makes me laugh. I think that’s important: those stomach-wrenching, jaw-hopping laughs that you can taste inside and out. Feel them, and let them out.
There is only one sin, only one. And that is theft. Every other sin is a variation of theft… When you kill a man, you steal a life. You steal his wife’s right to a husband, rob his children of a father. When you tell a lie, you steal someone’s right to the truth. When you cheat, you steal the right to fairness.
Baba, The Kite Runner (via coralcolouredteacups)
(via intrusive)
I’d always admired writers. I’d always loved words on a page. Somehow, words seemed to bypass image and get straight to the heart of things. Somehow, words seemed big enough to contain pain, and sentences could pull broken bits together.
I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day, and I believe in miracles.
Audrey Hepburn (via ad0lescents)
(via grovegrove)
What is an “instant” death anyway? How long is an instant? Is it one second? Ten? The pain of those seconds must have been awful as her heart burst and her lungs collapsed and there was no air and no blood to her brain and only raw panic. What the hell is instant? Nothing is instant. Instant rice takes five minutes, instant pudding an hour. I doubt that an instant of blinding pain feels particularly instantaneous.
John Grenn (via cosive)
(Source: grovegrove)
