Andria

still learning, mostly books, quotes and minecraft 

[becherdireinen]

I’m such a slut for casual intimacy. Like yesss rest your chin on my shoulder while we're in line at the grocery store, I live for that shit.

[soft-lovely]

[soft-lovely]

[andyprib]

We rip out so much of ourselves to be cured of things faster than we should that we go bankrupt by the age of 30 and have less to offer each time we start with someone new. But to make yourself feel nothing so as not to feel anything—what a waste!

Call me by your name, André Aciman 

[andyprib]

But remember, our hearts and our bodies are given to us only once. Most of us can't help but live as though we've got two lives to live, one is the mockup, the other the finished version, and then there are all those versions in between. But there's only one, and before you know it, your heart is worn out, and, as for your body, there comes a point when no one looks at it, much less wants to come near it.  Right now there's sorrow, pain don't kill it and with it the joy you felt.

Call me by your name, André Aciman

[andyprib]

Wanting to test desire is nothing more than a ruse to get what we want without admitting that we want it

Call me by your name, André Aciman

[andyprib]

Now, in the silence of the moment, I started back, not to defy him, or to show I wasn't shy any longer, but to surrender, to tell him this is who I am, this is who you are, this is what I want, there is nothing truth between us now, and where there's nothing true, there are no barriers

Call me by your name, André Aciman 

[andyprib]

For if the modern mind is whimsical and discursive, the classical mind is narrow, unhesitating, relentless. It is not a quality of intelligence that one encounters frequently these days. But though i can digress with the best of them, I am nothing in my soul if not obsessive.

The secret history, Donna Tartt

[andyprib]

We think of phenomenal change as being the very essence of time, when it's not at all. Time is someting which defies spring and winter, birth and decay, the good and the bad, indifferently. Something changeless and joyous and absolutely indestructible.

The secret history, Donna Tartt