Nicole Krauss, Great House
Glow in the dark underwear by Make It Good
I really need this (and a partner willing to wear it).
My heart didn’t break into a thousand pieces after he left. Instead, I realized all the things he didn’t do. He didn’t want to hear my stories. He didn’t ask me questions. He didn’t smile when I was talking to him. He didn’t hug me out of the blue to make me feel good. His hugs were always a preamble to something else, and after he was gone, I wondered if he ever knew me at all.
— Diane Les Becquets (via anal-del-rey)
(Source: wordsthat-speak, via koslick)
It’s a funny thing about the modern world. You hear girls in the toilets of clubs saying, “Yeah, he fucked off and left me. He didn’t love me. He just couldn’t deal with love. He was too fucked up to know how to love me.” Now, how did that happen? What was it about this unlovable century that convinced us we were, despite everything, eminently lovable as a people, as a species? What made us think that anyone who fails to love us is damaged, lacking, malfunctioning in some way?
— Zadie Smith (via thatlitsite)
It’s not the changes that will break your heart; it’s that tug of familiarity.
— - Jennifer E. Smith, The Statistical Probability Of Love At First Sight (via wreckitsam)
Why do we always choose the opposite of what we want? I think, because we don’t want to be dependent. When two people love each other, they don’t love in the same way. One of them is strong, the other is weaker. And the weaker is always the one who loves without reckoning, without reservation. It feels now as if I’ve awakened from some kind of dream after some other kind of life. For some reason, I always offered resistance. I fought against something. I defended myself, just as though I’d had someone else inside me saying: don’t give into anything, don’t go along with anything or you’ll die.
— The Sacrifice, dir. by Andrei Tarkovsky, 1986 (via bbook)
(Source: heartvoyage, via bbook)
Because I am more than just myself. I am my dreaming self
— Sarah Gambito, from Shrewd And Beautiful Is My New York (via violentwavesofemotion)
getting better at this.
You only missed my voice
— Y.Z, A ten word story on being a second choice (via rustyvoices)
when nobody else called you.
If I have a point—and I am not sure that I do—it is that we do not have to give a quote to the New York Times just because they asked us for a quote. We do not have to write a Tweet just because we are waiting in line for the bathroom. We can spend entire days in silence if we so choose. You can keep your mouth shut. It is possible.
— Gabe Delahaye (via christinefriar)
the highest point reached by a celestial or other object
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