Ravenclawstearoom - Bria.

That was the thing about secrets—you had to carry them with you forever, no matter what the cost.

Kass Morgan, The 100 (via the-book-diaries)

Someone who is very strong has to be very nice also.

Astrid Lindgren, Pippi Longstocking (via the-book-diaries)

We are our own dragons as well as our own heroes, and we have to rescue ourselves from ourselves.

Tom Robbins, Still Life with Woodpecker (via the-book-diaries)

12/03/2018

1. Drink water 2. Take a break from social media 3. Think of 3 things you’re grateful for 4. Love yourself 5. Read a book 6. Practice self forgiveness 7. Write down your goals 8. Be honest with yourself 9. Don’t hesitate to tell someone how you feel 10. Take a nap

aftertheam,  writing prompt #71: Write 5-10 things you can do to make yourself happier every day. (via wnq-writers)

Just remember that the things you put into your head are there forever.

Cormac McCarthy, The Road (via the-book-diaries)

Her

I have seen her straight out of bed.

Bed hair, bed eyes and bed smile.

Lying on her favourite pillow, with her favourite cover

Drawn up her body like the most fragile ferocious shield

Waking up after a night that seems to go on forever;

Relentless, tiresome ticking away of seconds that gushed in with anxiety and misery.

I have seen her calling it a night when the sun is about to shine and waking up feeling perplexed with no recollection of how she survived the darkness.

I have seen her straight out of bed and she has looked like the most exotic and lonely thing to walk Earth.

And I do not remember loving anyone else so fiercely.

How strange it is. We have these deep terrible lingering fears about ourselves and the people we love. Yet we walk around, talk to people, eat and drink. We manage to function. The feelings are deep and real. Shouldn’t they paralyze us? How is it we can survive them, at least for a little while? We drive a car, we teach a class. How is it no one sees how deeply afraid we were, last night, this morning? Is it something we all hide from each other, by mutual consent? Or do we share the same secret without knowing it? Wear the same disguise?

Don DeLillo, White Noise (via the-book-diaries)

El looking for her supersuit, Mike freaking out about his dinner plans.

“NO, YOU CAN’T GO FIGHT AN INTERDIMENSIONAL MONSTER RIGHT NOW, I MADE POT ROAST!!!!! AND EgGoS!!!”

Which person In your OTP is looking for their super suit, and who’s worried about their dinner date?

I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, Kiss me harder, and You’re a good person, and, You brighten my day. I live my life as straight-forward as possible. Because one day, I might get hit by a bus. Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands. But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate. And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care. We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans. We never know when the bus is coming.

Rachel C. Lewis (via thelovejournals)