“Please — Consider Me A Dream.”

“[A]nd I think of what Hobie said: beauty alters the grain of reality. And I keep thinking too of the more conventional wisdom: namely, that the pursuit of beauty is a trap, a fast track to bitterness and sorrow, that beauty has to be wedded to something more meaningful.”

— Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

Intimidation is an illusion. There’s literally not a place you don’t belong. You are everything. Everyone and everything are reflections of you. When you speak to others you’re talking to yourself. When others are judging you they're also judging themselves. When you’re attracted to someone or something, it’s because it reflects what you already are. Why be intimidated by what you are? Take nothing personally and NEVER be intimidated.

—Charles Frazier, Nightwoods

my favourite trope ever:

two people are relaxing by a lake late at night, their relationship being strictly platonic. one of them smiles, “well this isn’t a bad way to spend my birthday.” the other one is taken by surprise and whispers “you didn’t tell me.” “I didn’t think it was important.” the other one reaches out to the food they brought, finds a cupcake and pretends to light it. “blow the candles and make a wish.” “thankyou for doing this” says the first one. they gaze into each others eyes till dawn breaks.

cooking is one of life’s greatest evils….cooking for 1 hour just to eat for 5-15 mins….i’m so sick

Hunter S. Thompson // Sylvia Plath // N.M. Sanchez

‘where is the pen i was using like 3 seconds ago’ an autobiography i’ll never write because i keep losing the pen i was using like 3 seconds ago.

“I’ve always hated my name for some reason. It always sounded weird when it passed through my lips like it never belonged to me, but when I heard you say it for the first time it was as if it was the only name I’ve ever known. You didn’t shorten it or call me by a nickname it was always my own, nothing more nothing less. You said a name as beautiful as mine should never be butchered in such a way and I believed you. Then you left and the boy I talk to now calls me by a different name and you don’t call me at all.”

— S.Z / Excerpts from a book I’ll never finish #4 (via elvishbabes)

Home isn't somewhere you born but you're raised with care

Safia Elhillo, from Home Is Not a Country; “Boys”