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Sometimes the whole life feels like a blur.
"OH, SLEEP. Nothing else could ever bring me such pleasure, such freedom, the power to feel and move and think and imagine, safe from the miseries of my waking consciousness."
Ottessa Mosfegh, My year of rest and relaxation
"Things get broken, and sometimes they get repaired, and in most cases, you realize that no matter what gets damaged, life rearranges itself to compensate for your loss, sometimes wonderfully."
A little life, Hanya Yanagihara
"How was a friendship any more codependent than a relationship? Why was it admirable when you were twenty-seven but creepy when you were thirty-seven? Why wasnāt friendship as good as a relationship? Why wasnāt it even better? It was two people who remained together, day after day, bound not by sex or physical attraction or money or children or property, but only by the shared agreement to keep going, the mutual dedication to a union that could never be codified. Friendship was witnessing anotherās slow drip of miseries, and long bouts of boredom, and occasional triumphs. It was feeling honored by the privilege of getting to be present for another personās most dismal moments, and knowing that you could be dismal around him in return."
A little life, Hanya Yanagihara
"Life is as messy as a bag whose owner never cleans it out. You have no idea when you might reach in and pull out a piece of old trash, and youāre afraid someone is going to look through your bag someday. Maybe your ābaggageā is like an old bag, too. You toss it around any which way, not caring how worn it gets or where it lands, and no one notices. You canāt afford a new bag so you carefully and painstakingly hold it so the rough patches donāt show."
I want to die but i want to eat Tteokbokki, Baek Sehee
"The fairy tales we read as children are very one-dimensional. There are good people and bad people in those stories. But in the books adults read, it becomes harder to divide up characters into absolutely good and absolutely bad people."
I Want to Die but I Want to Eat Tteokbokki,Baek Sehee
"I often look for books that are like medicine, that fit my situation and my thoughts, and I read them over and over again until the pages are tattered, underlining everything, and still the book will have something to give me. Books never tire of me. And in time they present a solution, quietly waiting until I am fully healed. Thatās one of the nicest things about books."
I Want to Die but I Want to Eat Tteokbokki, Baek Sehee
"I wonder about others like me, who seem totally fine on the outside but are rotting on the inside, where the rot is this vague state of being not-fine and not-devastated at the same time."
I Want to Die but I Want to Eat Tteokbokki,Baek Sehee
āSoon weāll be old and ugly. Life is short, you know? Die young and leave a beautiful corpse. Who said that?ā
āSomeone who liked fucking corpses.ā
Ottessa Mosfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation
KAREN: I think people that are too similarā¦they donāt mix well. I used to think soul mates were two of the same. I used to think I was supposed to look for somebody that was just like me.
I donāt believe in soul mates anymore and Iām not looking for anything. But if I did believe in them, Iād believe your soul mate was somebody who had all the things you didnāt, that needed all the things you had. Not somebody whoās suffering from the same stuff you are.
Daisy Jones and the six, Taylor Jenkins Reid
DAISY: I run hot and I always have. I am not going to sit around sweating my ass off just so men can feel more comfortable. Itās not my responsibility to not turn them on. Itās their responsibility to not be an asshole.
Daisy Jones and the Six, Taylor Jenkins Reid
Ma. You once told me that memory is a choice. But if you were god, youād know itās a flood.
Ocean Vuong,One earth we are briefly gorgeous
In the end, that was the problem with romance. It was so easy to romanticise romance because it was everywhere. It was in music and on TV and in filtered Instagram photos. It was in the air, crisp and alive with fresh possibility. It was in falling leaves, crumbling wooden doorways, scuffed cobblestones and fields of dandelions. It was in the touch of hands, scrawled letters, crumpled sheets and the golden hour. A soft yawn, early morning laughter, shoes lined up together by the door. Eyes across a dance floor.
I could see it all, all the time, all around, but when I got closer, I found that nothing was there.
A mirage.
Loveless by Alice Oseman
Stories were living inside us. I think we were born to tell our stories. After we died, our stories would survive.
Maybe it was our stories that fed the universe the energy it needed to keep on giving life.Maybe all we were meant to do on this earth was to keep on telling stories.
Our storiesāand the stories of the people we loved.
Benjamin Alire SƔenz, Aristotle and Dante Dive into the Waters of the World
āThereās a difference between being dead and dying. Weāre all dying. Some of us die for ninety years, and some of us die for nineteen. But each morning everyone on this planet wakes up one day closer to their death. Everyone. So living and dying are actually different words for the same thing, if you think about it.ā
Robyn Schneider, Extraordinary Means
"loneliness was a fundamental part of being a human in an essentially meaningless universe"
Matt Haig , The midnight library
You know what the problem is, I always give other people amazing and useful gift but they never give me a proper gift . There gifts are always useless. So from now on I have also started to give them cheap and useless gifts. Tit for tat :-).