Meg Rosoff, How I Live Now
Sometimes, I’m amazed that I don’t explode from keeping quiet.
Reblogged from A Sea of Quotes
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She craved a presence beside her, solid. Fingertips light at the nape of her neck and a voice meeting hers in the dark. Someone who would wait with an umbrella to walk her home in the rain, and smile like sunshine when he saw her coming. Who would dance with her on her balcony, keep his promises and know her secrets, and make a tiny world wherever he was, with just her and his arms and his whisper and her trust.
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Laini Taylor
(via hence-these-tears)
When she let herself really feel, she wanted all of this. With him. Does he want this too?
What if he doesn’t? What then?
Reblogged from A Soldier's Bane
Before everything went to hell, she loved walking in the parks, picking flowers. After it happened, she’d avoid bright, happy places. They were no good for her anymore.
Now she wondered. He made her wonder.
Could I be happy again? Truly happy?
Reblogged from A Soldier's Bane
Just when I think the debt is paid, something else happens and proves it will never be paid. Never.
Reblogged from Existential Bullshit
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I must also have a dark side if I am to be whole.
— Carl Jung (via amor-omnibus)
Reblogged from the nature of sin
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I’m a fool, to confuse this with goodness. I am not good. I know too much to be good. I know myself. I know myself to be vengeful, greedy, secretive and sly.
— Cat’s Eye, Margaret Atwood (via helplesslyamazed)
Reblogged from Vandrysse Dyce
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