Todays Layout! I’m Getting Closer To My Exam, And The Stress Level Is Starting To Get To Me. So I Workout

*someone crying/upset*

Me; Sorrows, Sorrows, Prayers

I was thinking how amazing it was that the world contained so many lives. Out in these streets people were embroiled in a thousand different matters, money problems, love problems, school problems. People were falling in love, getting married, going to drug rehab, learning how to ice-skate, getting bifocals, studying for exams, trying on clothes, getting their hair-cut and getting born. And in some houses people were getting old and sick and were dying, leaving others to grieve. It was happening all the time, unnoticed, and it was the thing that really mattered.

Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex (via the-book-diaries)

Why do we call all our generous ideas illusions, and the mean ones truths?

Edith Wharton, The House of Mirth (via the-book-diaries)

Noble deeds and hot baths are the best cures for depression.

Dodie Smith, I Capture the Castle (via the-book-diaries)

…At night I dream that you and I are two plants that grew together, roots entwined

Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and Song of Despair (via the-book-diaries)

HI I just read the first chapter of it happened one night and raced over here. REGULUS WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT? (very excited to read more)

Yes, what the fuck Reg?? What cryptic shit was that???

You'll find out a little more in the next couple chapters. I'm so pleased that you liked it! It's most definitely just my marauders brain rot being expelled from my head so I wasn't entirely sure many people would enjoy it. I hope you keep coming back!

xx,

Bria

You’re much too straightforward to be able to pretend to be what you aren’t.

Madeline L’Engle, A Wrinkle in Time (via the-book-diaries)

Everybody has a secret world inside of them. All of the people of the world, I mean everybody. No matter how dull and boring they are on the outside, inside them they’ve all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds. Not just one world. Hundreds of them. Thousands maybe.

Neil Gaiman, The Sandman (via the-book-diaries)

I want too much, she thought. I want everything. I want day and night, sleeping and waking, world without end, amen. Someone warned her once that it was fatal to tell a man you loved him. ‘What I really want,’ she said, ‘deep down, is stillness, safety. The feeling you’d always be there. I love you. I think I must have loved you without knowing it all my life.’

Daphne Du Maurier, Don’t Look Now & Other Stories (via the-book-diaries)