Tried living in the real world instead of a shell, but I was bored before I even began.

Morrissey (via manarr2)

What was I going to say? Something about the violent moods of my soul. I think I grow more and more poetic. Perhaps I restrained it, and now, like a plant in a pot it begins to crack the earthenware.

Virginia Woolf, from Selected Diaries  (via goghst)

Books were only one type of receptacle where we stored a lot of things we were afraid we might forget. There is nothing magical in them at all. The magic is only in what books say, how they stitched the patches of the Universe together into one garment for us.

Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (via observando)

Had I simply understood that life had no meaning I could have borne it quietly, knowing that that was my lot. But I could not satisfy myself with that. Had I been like a man living in a wood from which he knows there is no exit, I could have lived; but I was like one lost in a wood who, horrified at having lost his way, rushes about wishing to find the road. He knows that each step he takes confuses him more and more, but still he cannot help rushing about. It was indeed terrible. And to rid myself of the terror I wished to kill myself.

Leo Tolstoy (via charlottexroy)

To realize that all your life, all you love, all you hate, all your memory all your pain. It was all the same thing. It was all the same dream. The dream that you had inside a locked room. A dream about being a person. And then like a lot of dreams, there’s a monster at the end of it.

Rust Cohle True Detective (via thatsirencall)

As a woman, Islam tells me, I’m not here on display and my body is not for public consumption. I’m not to allow anyone to reduce me to an object. I am a soul, a mind, a servant of God. I don’t worship beauty standards, and don’t submit to fashion sense. My submission is to something higher. My worth is defined by the beauty of my soul, my heart, my moral character, and so when you look at me, that character is all you should see, not my body. With my veil I put my faith on display, rather than my beauty, because my value as a human being is defined by my relationship with god, and so I cover the irrelevant, and when you look at me, you view me only as what I am, a servant of the Creator.

 -Yasmin Mogahed (via optimistanonymous)

Sometimes I feel like a caretaker of a museum—a huge, empty museum where no one ever comes, and I’m watching over it for no one but myself.

from Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami (via jamescurryiv)

The Greek word for return is nostos. Algos means suffering. So nostalgia is the suffering caused by an unappeased yearning to return.

Kundera, Milan. Ignorance.  (via loveage-moondream)

Can’t you see what you are doing? Can’t you see I’m scared to speak, and I hate my voice ‘cause it only makes you angry? I only talk when you are sleeping. That’s when I tell you everything. And I imagine that somehow you’re going to hear me…

The Antlers, from Sylvia (via violentwavesofemotion)

When I was twenty or so, I tried several times to keep a diary, but I just couldn’t do it. So many things were happening around me back then that I could barely keep up with them, let alone stand still and write them all down in a notebook. And most of these things weren’t the kind that made me think, Oh, I’ve got to write this down. It was all I could do to open my eyes in the strong headwind, catch my breath, and forge ahead.

Haruki Murakami - Yesterday (via murakamistuff)

I want to explain how exhausted I am. Even in my dreams. How I wake up tired. How I’m being drowned by some kind of black wave.

Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation  (via lulu-a)

There are two basic motivating forces: fear and love. When we are afraid, we pull back from life. When we are in love, we open to all that life has to offer with passion, excitement, and acceptance. We need to learn to love ourselves first, in all our glory and our imperfections. If we cannot love ourselves, we cannot fully open to our ability to love others or our potential to create. Evolution and all hopes for a better world rest in the fearlessness and open-hearted vision of people who embrace life.

John Lennon (via observando)