weissewiese:

Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping

restaurer:

Pacific Heights 10 by Ida/FarWestLogbook on Flickr.

"And so I am feeling numb. It’s a curious feeling, and I get it all the time. My attention to the world around me disappears, and something starts to hum inside my head. Far off, voices try to bump up against me, but I repel them. My ears fill up with water and I focus on the humming in my head."

— Laurie Halse Anderson, Madness

"There are two types of waiting. There’s the the waiting you do for something you know is coming, sooner or later—like waiting for the 6:28 train, or the school bus, or a party where a certain handsome boy might be. And then there’s the waiting for something you don’t know is coming. You don’t even know what it is exactly, but you’re hoping for it. You’re imagining it and living your life for it. That’s the kind of waiting that makes a fist in your heart."

— Unknown

c-o-r-r-u-p-t:

..and there was no “Happily Ever After”. 

commovente:

i think i’m really good at making myself an outsider looking in in a lot of situations. i’ve always been very independent but sometimes it gets lonely. i want what i can’t have and what i can’t have is the world to fill me with its colors and to take everything else away. i don’t consider myself a person as much as i consider myself an empty vessel that takes and takes and takes and tries to convey all of everything in smaller and smaller words. i can’t write poetry anymore because i feel like a landmine and don’t know where to stop without exploding myself into millions of little pieces. there is never enough time to take a breath and erase yourself clean, lose yourself in words and books and have the freedom to disappear. there is always so much movement, so much flux, so much world that i’m missing and i don’t have enough lives to live them from every angle that i want to live them. 

malformalady:

A barn owl leaves an impression after flying into a window. There are a variety of theories as to why birds hit windows - the most obvious is that windows are clear and the flying creatures simply fail to spot the danger in time. Others have pointed out that birds often appear to strike windows deliberately. Some people believe the birds see their own reflection in the glass, being territorial they may mistake this for a rival and be trying to scare them away.

"how odd i can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words."

— David Foster Wallace, The Pale King

"To my dismay the world could not be fucked, smoked or snorted — I wished I could skip it along an ocean. It was okay at an acceptable distance. Atoms were beautiful. Stars were beautiful. It was just everything in between. I didn’t feel right. Something shadowy bubbled up in my stomach, pushed down on my chest and whispered ‘There’s something wrong with you’, something I could never trace to its source. I was meant to be alone. I was a burden. I had to slit my throat."

— Benedict Smith, Little Death

"Probably the closest things to perfection are the huge absolutely empty holes that astronomers have recently discovered in space. If there’s nothing there, how can anything go wrong?"

— Richard Brautigan, An Unfortunate Woman