Illusion is the first of all pleasures. ๐น
- lockscreen ๐๐
Sylvia Plath
"what do you do for a living?" Oh I am a professional hopeless romantic and I read books and cry in my free time.
the tumblr and pinterest girlies have made me realize that i am not the only one thinking my silly thoughts and that we all in fact are crazy and share at least a third of our brain cells
I donโt WANT a career. I want to cuddle and sleep and eat and read and create and love and be loved.
There is a kind of sadness that comes from knowing too much, from seeing the world as it truly is. It is the sadness of understanding that life is not a grand adventure, but a series of small, insignificant moments, that love is not a fairy tale, but a fragile, fleeting emotion, that happiness is not a permanent state, but a rare, fleeting glimpse of something we can never hold onto. And in that understanding, there is a profound loneliness, a sense of being cut off from the world, from other people, from oneself.
Virginia Woolf
Mary Oliver, from โWe Should Be Well Preparedโ, Red Bird
โBestfriend is someone who loves you when you forget to love yourself.โ
โ Unknown
you are presented with 2 copies of the same book
the first copy is in tip top condition. a little yellowed, hinting at age, but other than that, there is barely even a crease in the spine. there are no marks, and the owner says that they always keep their books in a book bag when carrying them around.
the second book is battered. absolutely wrecked. it is yellowed, the spine has multiple creases, and there are scriblings in pencil all over every single page, the thoughts of the owner entwined magically with the book forever. there are a few highlighted bits and bookmarked pages.
reblog if the second one is the one that you consider to be a well-loved book :) i just want to see smtg