How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words.
David Foster Wallace
I don’t want to date anyone. I clearly can’t handle it anyways. But I could really use twenty-four hours kissing someone who, for the time we’re together, is only thinking about me.
I would drive better drunk than Sara drives sober. Almost died. Never letting her DD again.
He was constantly reminded of how startlingly different a place the world was when viewed from a point only three feet to the left.
Well, you never knew exactly how much space you occupied in people’s lives.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is The Night (via seabois)
Deep inside, she knew who she was, and that person was smart and kind and often even funny, but somehow her personality always got lost somewhere between her heart and her mouth, and she found herself saying the wrong thing, or more often, nothing at all.
Romancing Mister Bridgerton (Julia Quinn)
(Source: wordsthat-speak, via citysorrowbuilt)
It’s pathetic how we can’t live with the things we can’t understand. How we need everything labeled and explained and deconstructed.
Chuck Palahniuk, Asfixia (via showslow)