What sort of freak then is man! How novel, how monstrous, how chaotic, how paradoxical, how prodigious! Judge of all things, feeble earthworm, repository of truth, sink of doubt and error, glory and refuse of the universe!
Blaise Pascal
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YOU ARE THE REASON

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What sort of freak then is man! How novel, how monstrous, how chaotic, how paradoxical, how prodigious! Judge of all things, feeble earthworm, repository of truth, sink of doubt and error, glory and refuse of the universe!
Blaise Pascal
how lovely, the way lovers lean on each other. i've been thinking about the physics of it, the gravity of hearts. the first human instinct: to find something to lean on. we all have it, the radar for warm solid things. i am good at being lonely, but loneliness makes you heavy. what do you do when you cannot lean? you fold. i fold on myself. there is warmth here, too. a center here, too. i wish it was enough.
“I want to write, but more than that, I want to bring out all kinds of things that lie buried deep in my heart.”
— Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl
“You come home, make some tea, sit down in your armchair and all around there’s silence. Everyone decides for themselves whether that’s loneliness or freedom.”
— Unknown
You ruin your life by desensitizing yourself. We are all afraid to say too much, to feel too deeply, to let people know what they mean to us. Caring is not synonymous with crazy. Expressing to someone how special they are to you will make you vulnerable. There is no denying that. However, that is nothing to be ashamed of. There is something breathtakingly beautiful in the moments of smaller magic that occur when you strip down and are honest with those who are important to you. Let that girl know that she inspires you. Tell your mother you love her in front of your friends. Express, express, express. Open yourself up, do not harden yourself to the world, and be bold in who, and how you love. There is courage in that.
— Bianca Sparacino
Just remember that, sometimes, the way you think about a person isn't the way they actually are...
— John Green, Paper Towns
When I first met you, I felt a kind of contradiction in you. You're seeking something, but at the same time, you are running away for all you're worth.
— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
The chase might be all I know.
“You don’t miss me. I should remember that.”
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etoile-filantes
“What should I regret? What I became or what I didn’t?”
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etoile-filantes
“You can’t save people. Not when they don’t want to be.”
— etoile-filantes
“I miss you,’ he admitted. ‘I’m here,’ she said. ‘That’s when I miss you most. When you’re here. When you aren’t here, when you’re just a ghost from the past or a dream from another life, it’s easier then.”
— Neil Gaiman, American Gods (via books-n-quotes)
We're in the same room but it still feels like we're galaxies apart
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“You are not a reflection of the people who can’t love you.”
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I always have, and always will