There Were Days When She Was Very Happy Without Knowing Why. She Was Happy To Be Alive And Breathing,

Friendship is born at that moment when one man says to another: ‘What! You too? I thought that no one but myself …

C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves (via the-book-diaries)

The rest of my room is book shelves. I hoard books. They are people who do not leave.

Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait In Letters (via the-book-diaries)

…At night I dream that you and I are two plants that grew together, roots entwined

Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and Song of Despair (via the-book-diaries)

Todays layout! I’m getting closer to my exam, and the stress level is starting to get to me. So I workout 💪🏻 Procrastination or healthy choice? No one really knows 😅

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I want too much, she thought. I want everything. I want day and night, sleeping and waking, world without end, amen. Someone warned her once that it was fatal to tell a man you loved him. ‘What I really want,’ she said, ‘deep down, is stillness, safety. The feeling you’d always be there. I love you. I think I must have loved you without knowing it all my life.’

Daphne Du Maurier, Don’t Look Now & Other Stories (via the-book-diaries)

It’s not always necessary to be strong, but to feel strong.

Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild (via the-book-diaries)

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)

“pro: a solid start to ending all rights” damn they aren’t pulling punches