We were standing in a memory. Then it was over. We laid our past on a pyre, and as it burned, I made an offering.
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We were standing in a memory. Then it was over. We laid our past on a pyre, and as it burned, I made an offering.
“Humans may have evolved but humanity has not. We do not learn. Instead, we self-destruct on repeat until oblivion, and we’re too stupid to see it.”
There isn't a version of me that could've looked away from you.
What Andy never understood about him was this: he was an optimist. Every month, every week, he chose to open his eyes, to live another day in the world. He did it when he was feeling so awful that sometimes the pain seemed to transport him to another state, one in which everything, even the past that he worked so hard to forget, seemed to fade into a gray watercolor wash. He did it when his memories crowded out all other thoughts, when it took real effort, real concentration, to tether himself to his current life, to keep himself from raging with despair and shame. He did it when he was so exhausted of trying, when being awake and alive demanded such energy that he had to lie in bed thinking of reasons to get up and try again, when it would be much easier to go to the bathroom and untape the plastic zipped bag containing his cotton pads and loose razors and alcohol wipes and bandages from its hiding place beneath the sink and simply surrender.
We never talked much, or even looked at each other, but it didn’t matter, because we were looking at the same sky together, which is maybe more intimate than eye contact anyway. Anybody can look at you. It’s quite rare to find someone who sees the same world you see.
John Green
“In the spring of her twenty-second year, Sumire fell in love for the first time in her life. An intense love, a veritable tornado sweeping across the plains—flattening everything in its path, tossing things up in the air, ripping them to shreds, crushing them to bits.”
- Sputnik Sweetheart, Haruki Murakami
I love you, and I will love you until I die, and if there’s a life after that, I’ll love you then.
Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
“People aren’t born good or bad. Maybe they’re born with tendencies either way, but it’s the way you live your life that matters”
Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
If you can't tell the truth to the people you care about the most, eventually you stop being able to tell the truth to yourself.
Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes
If you really love something, you never try to keep it the way it is forever. You have to let it be free to change.
Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes
As long as there was coffee in the world, how bad could things be?
Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes
In all the years I’ve known him, there’s always been exactly one place Simon wanted to be, and he’s always fought like hell to make sure he got there and stayed there.” “Where’s that?” “Wherever you were.
Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes
“Growing up happens when you start having things you look back on and wish you could change.”
Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes