"The thing that is most hardest to accept about the passage of time is that the people who once mattered the most wind up in parentheses."

—John Irving, The Cider House Rules (via larmoyante)

"He loved her in a subtle kind of way. It wasn’t the kind of love you see in movies, with swelling music and giant gestures and running through the streets to catch a departing train. It wasn’t the kind of love that Byron or Shakespeare wrote about, with flowery language and hyperbole and iambic pentameter. It was still and deep, like water that you might mistake for shallow if you just watched the surface. It was entirely his, not dependent on her own feelings for him, and it would still be there whether she, or him, or everyone else on the world disappeared. It was a subtle kind of love, but it was true."

—Jake Christie, Small Stories (via larmoyante)

"Within the souls of the awkward and the overlooked often burns something radiant."

—Jo Ann Beard (via larmoyante)

"In order to write about life first you must live it."

—Ernest Hemingway (via larmoyante)

"There are no faster or firmer friendships than those formed between people who love the same books."

—Irving Stone, Clarence Darrow for the Defense (via larmoyante)



a white blank page


and a swelling raaaAAAAAAAAAGEEE

this speaks to me

Mumford & Sons FTW!


You are good at something, stop lying to yourself. You’re good at breaking down comic book plots, cooking ramen perfectly, making your friends happy, knowing the time without looking at a clock, getting the perfect ending at RPG’s, or figuring out the twist ending to movies. Don’t let society tell you your talents are meaningless because they don’t serve an economical purpose. Your talents reflect your interests and passions, and what’s important to you is important.

"She did not need much, wanted very little. A kind word, sincerity, fresh air, clean water, a garden, kisses, books to read, sheltering arms, a cosy bed, and to love and be loved in return."

Starra Neely Blade (via nonelikejesus)


(via justawhisper)

"She liked books more than anything else, and was, in fact, always inventing stories of beautiful things and telling them to herself."

— Frances Hodgson Burnett, A Little Princess  (via eatmenotfood)

"And then slowly, but all of a sudden, everything changed. She was not the same person she used to be. All because of one moment, one look, one thought. Yet while she had moved forward, the world had stayed the same."

—M.M. (via fortheloveofmegan)