“My mother says I’ve loved too many men But I took and left something in every single bed […] Gender, genre, guess I’m on one, bent both Just the constructs of the old word gone broke Women, children let me tell you, I’ve been both And its a myth - we all swim for the life boats”
“Maybe you can afford to wait. Maybe for you there’s a tomorrow. Maybe for you there’s one thousand tomorrows, or three thousand, or ten, so much time you can bathe in it, roll around it, let it slide like coins through you fingers. So much time you can waste it.
But for some of us there’s only today. And the truth is, you never really know.”—Before I Fall, Lauren Oliver (via bookphile)
“Everything’s so full, so necessary, and so happy, with you — your self — my true life. I love you and long to see you. How I need you! How wretched I’d be if you didn’t exist!”—Simone de Beauvoir, from Letters To Sartre (via violentwavesofemotion)
“In the whole entire world, you are the only person, the only person I love or have ever loved. And I love you terribly. Terribly. That’s what’s so awfully, irreducibly real. I can make up anything but I can’t dream that away.”—Tony Kushner, Angels in America (via larmoyante)
“How the pain she carried didn’t knock her to the ground, he never knew; that it didn’t only made him love her more fiercely.”—Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender (via maddiethewordshaker)
“Whenever Trudy and I were walking somewhere, we would hold hands, and if there was a lamp post or somebody walked between us and we had to let go for a second, she’d always say “bread and butter”.
So when she died…
I think it was a message for me. She was saying, “I have to let go now for a little while, but it won’t be forever.”—Adrian Monk (via timeisafriendofmine)
what she means:i’m the key figure in an ongoing government charade, the plot to conceal the truth about the existence of extraterrestrials. it’s a global conspiracy, actually, with the key players in the highest levels of power, that reaches down into the lives of every man, woman, and child on this planet. so, of course, no one believes me. i’m an annoyance to my superiors, a joke to my peers. they call me spooky… spooky mulder, whose sister was abducted by aliens when he was just a kid and who now chases after little green men with a badge and a gun, shouting to the heavens or to anyone who will listen that the fix is in, that the sky is falling, and when it hits, it’s gonna be the shit storm of all time
“He knew why he wanted to kiss her. Because she was beautiful. And before that, because she was kind. And before that, because she was smart and funny. Because she was exactly the right kind of smart and funny. Because he could imagine taking a long trip with her without ever getting bored. Because whenever he saw something new and interesting, or new and ridiculous, he always wondered what she’d have to say about it.”—Rainbow Rowell, Attachments (via good-booking)