I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.
Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart (via feellng)

Remember if people talk behind your back, it only means you are two steps ahead.
Fannie Flagg, Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe (via feellng)

We are all bits and pieces of history and literature and international law, Byron, Tom Paine, Machiavelli or Christ, it’s here. And the hour’s late. And the war’s begun. And we are out here, and the city is there, all wrapped up in its own coat of a thousand colors.
Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (via feellng)

A book, too, can be a star, a living fire to lighten the darkness, leading out into the expanding universe.
Madeleine L’Engle (via feellng)

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The only thing more unthinkable than leaving was staying; the only thing more impossible than staying was leaving.
Elizabeth GilbertEat, Pray, Love (via feellng)

bigrnac:

on today’s episode of “what’s wrong in my life” my blanket does not cover my feet

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I like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh … And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new.

E.E. Cummings (via feellng)


please believe that things are good with me, and even when they’re not, they will be soon enough. And i will always believe the same about you.
 Stephen ChboskyThe Perks of Being a Wallflower (via feellng)