If there is a God, He will have to beg my forgiveness.– A phrase that was carved on the walls of a concentration camp cell during WWII by a Jewish prisoner (via youngfolksociety) Intense
Don’t think you’re the only bastard who ever suffered—just write as if you were.– William Logan (via larmoyante)
How nice — to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.– Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five (via larmoyante)
the loss made you beautiful. you walked, and the ground burned to golden...– “Healers,” Diana Rahim (via verkur)
burningmuse: Hey.: The Comfort of a Car Window chimmychilla: His head leaned up against the car window. He tried using his seatbelt as a pillow and a way to hold his head up without any effort, but he was not successful, and resorted to leaning against the window instead. The rest of his family was quiet, with his father concentrating simultaneously on driving and staying awake to keep his...
Faces of reason
I had to find her. I figured there’d be nothing to lose. Life was in the pits. My beliefs were no longer enough, not even for myself. First principles had never failed for me before but this time, even religion sounded hollow at times, like talking into a broken telephone line. I am weak and had allowed doubt to close in. She was hard to find, and I half-expected that. She had given me...
Kids, I’ve been telling you the story of how I met your mother. And while...– Ted Mosby (How I Met Your Mother)
It’s always about you ain’t it?
Is it better to out-monster the monster or to be quietly devoured?– Friedrich Nietzsche (via presidentjonesco)
When I grow up
She wants to do more for the church, and that’d be great. A modern miracle - a transformation from the amorphous candy-crushing piece I see lying on the couch for hours each day. She wants to be my patient. She hopes I will be good to all patients and have infinite patience. I hope so too. And that not all my patients will demand panaceas and yet be so disbelieving. And she wants to be...
You never knew exactly how much space you occupied in people’s lives.– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via moaka)
How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words.– David Foster Wallace’s The Pale King (via langleav)
all i want is to fall on the marble floor without cracking it with the heavy...– Diana Rahim, “gutting fruits in front of the kitchen window” (via verkur)
What now? What do you want from me this time?