Love doesn’t just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new.
Ursula K. Le Guin, The Lathe of Heaven (via observando)
One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.
Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums (via observando)
we are drawn to car wrecks and police sirens and we pour salt on slugs just to watch them suffer
and we say we want love.
we say we want love more than anything else.
I am very interested and fascinated how everyone loves each other, but no one really likes each other.
Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via observando)
I still fucking hate this book.
And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.
Sylvia Plath (via observando)
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