I AM TIRED OF THIS SENSORY OVERLOAD. MY BRAIN FEELS LIKE IT’S GOING TO EXPLODE.
No retreat. Not even in sleep.
We all have the tendency to struggle in our bodies and in our minds. We believe...– Thich Nhat Hanh (via afghanibanani) I LOVE this quote.
10 Unusual Borders →
The most beautiful things you have, you must either give them away or share them with the world. That is one of the few acts that bring me true happiness: giving somebody something. Something such as my writing, all I can do is share that with the world, and hope that everybody benefits as a result.
If you go home with someone and they don’t have any books, don’t fuck them.– John Waters (via tobeshelved) HAHAHA
Kurt Vonnegut's 8 Rules For Writing Fiction
1. Use the time of a total stranger in such a way that he or she will not feel the time was wasted. 2. Give the reader at least one character he or she can root for. 3. Every character should want something, even if it is only a glass of water. 4. Every sentence must do one of two things — reveal character or advance the action. 5. Start as close to the end as possible. 6. Be a sadist. No matter...
It’s gonna be my wiener at different stages of wienerness.– Michal Ojrzanowski
Today, while I was falling in and out of sleep during the lecture on bridge design in Haiti, a thought entered my mind. Does anybody else find it odd that other people decide who they think we are so quickly? I remember not knowing a lot of the kids in this program at the start, and now we all suddenly know how the other ticks. We know their interests, their quirks, their crushes, their secrets,...
If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think...– Haruki Murakami (via tobeshelved)
Anonymous asked: What does being Muslim mean to you?
Fuck Yeah Reading Rooms →
so i found this blog called fuckyeahreadingrooms. although fuckyeah blogs are annoying titles, this blog’s tagline says it all: “for the love of literature and interior design.”
Remember when stuff was simpler?
I’ve written over 90 pages in my journal since i’ve come to Versailles. Wow.
Maybe It's a Stomach Thing
He stepped out into the rain, his head sunk low and the hood of his coat covering his eyes. He was solemn, pondering his luck with his headphones fastened within his ears. The music successfully distorted the noise of the rain pelting the cobblestone. Why did he always listen to the same songs over and over again? They never provided any answers, they never made him feel any better, nor did they...
I’m afraid that if you look at a thing long enough, it loses all of its meaning.– Andy Warhol (via intothegreatlaughofmankind) it’s kind of like knowing someone too well.
If I deleted this blog
would anyone notice? or care?
you waste my life.
Worship power, you will end up feeling weak and afraid, and you will need ever...– DAVID FOSTER WALLACE, IN HIS OWN WORDS | More Intelligent Life (via drinkyourjuice)