Terry Goodkind, Wizard’s First Rule
I loved you so much once. I did. More than anything in the whole wide world. Imagine that. What a laugh that is now. We were so intimate once upon a time I can’t believe it now. I think that’s the strangest thing of all now. The memory of being that intimate with somebody. We were so intimate I could puke. I can’t imagine ever being that intimate with somebody else. I haven’t been.
—Raymond Carver, Where I’m Calling From (via sadexistences)
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The way I saw you was pieces refracting the light, shifting into an infinite universe of flowers and rainbows and insects and planets, magical dividing cells, pictures no one else knew.
—Francesca Lia Block (via sadfag)
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I literally fell asleep watching this on my comp screen the other night…relaxing
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At fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of the moon.
—F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (1920)
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It’s life that matters, nothing but life—the process of discovering, the everlasting and perpetual process, not the discovery itself, at all.
—Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Idiot (via willbraham)
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