“I Will Treasure Your Eyes That Reflect Me As They Quietly Grow Deeper.”

There is a kind of sadness that comes from knowing too much, from seeing the world as it truly is. It is the sadness of understanding that life is not a grand adventure, but a series of small, insignificant moments, that love is not a fairy tale, but a fragile, fleeting emotion, that happiness is not a permanent state, but a rare, fleeting glimpse of something we can never hold onto. And in that understanding, there is a profound loneliness, a sense of being cut off from the world, from other people, from oneself.

Virginia Woolf

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“So, if you are too tired to speak, sit next to me because I, too, am fluent in silence.”

— R. Arnold

" I am jealous of those who think more deeply , who write better , who draw better , who look better , who live better , who love better than I ."

- Sylvia Plath

The Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1944–1947

Life's not fair, i should be paid for existing and reading books

I want to be a mysterious girl with a private online presence but I also need to tell everybody I cried at the DMV

the tumblr and pinterest girlies have made me realize that i am not the only one thinking my silly thoughts and that we all in fact are crazy and share at least a third of our brain cells

not enough secret gardens and hidden passageways and bookshelves that open to a mysterious library these days. get working on that girls.