i like words

[hedgehogreads]

“Then you’ll write your fantasy novel instead,” Trish says in the decisive way that I remember from years ago.

“What novel?” he asks her, baffled.

“The one that no one else has written yet,” she tells him, as if it’s obvious. “The one based on that Indian saga you were telling me about.”

My sister’s friend blinks, like he’s had a revelation. (Trish has that effect on people, I remember), and Spider says, “Well, then, my friends, it’s all settled,” and he calls for another round of drinks.

 - Ellen Kushner and Terri Windling, “Welcome to Bordertown”, from Welcome to Bordertown

[dwmainbordertown]

The rain is just the moon She’s sending soul in your direction I hope she softens you soon With her subliminal affection

Carina Round (via dwmainbordertown)

[larmoyante]

Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive.

Josephine Hart, Damage (via larmoyante)

[wivvvv]

[tryintofigurethisoneout]

Woah

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David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas

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Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

[a-thousand-words]

I cannot remember the books I’ve read any more than the meals I have eaten; even so, they have made me.

Ralph Waldo Emerson (via a-thousand-words)

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Sarah Jio, Goodnight June

[itwasverynice-blog]

Why, I've known some bananafish to swim into a banana hole and eat as many as seventy-eight bananas.

J. D. Salinger

[quoted-books]

Thoughts are ephemeral, they evaporate in the moment they occur, unless they are given action and material form. Wishes and intentions, the same. Meaningless, unless they impel you to one choice or another, some deed or course of action, however insignificant. Thoughts that lead to action can be dangerous. Thoughts that do not, mean less than nothing.

Ann Leckie, Ancillary Justice  (via quoted-books)

[mhythology-deactivated20160909]

we drink tea and we smoke and we ask: do the gods love us? we tell each other, laughing, that we’re already going to hell and smoke curls between our fingers and the cold air is sharp and i scrape the taste of pomegranate from the backs of my teeth. and we watch the ashes float up, up, up. the stars are bright tonight so we search for the constellation of hercules because, if anything, his story tells us that maybe we should not covet the love of gods. you tell me about the time that you drank and drank until the trees began to reach out to you with mossy fingers that bled black sap; tell me about the pipe music you heard cutting through the night, that it sank itself into your flesh and since then your very bones have been restless in your body. you say that i am lucky: i’m beautiful, and the gods love beauty. i reply, ticking them off on my fingers: myrrha, medusa, daphne, io, scylla, semele. if the gods love me for my beauty i am doomed. and we drink more tea and smoke some more and each inhale is deeper than the last and our lungs are alight and we silently hope we will find absolution in the last drag.

a.c (via mhythology)

[forgottengenres]

Another belief of mine: that everyone else my age is an adult, whereas I am merely in disguise.

Margaret Atwood (via thatlitsite)

[hhellgirll]

I was put together wrong still I was made for you

Carina Round (Do You)

[itwasverynice-blog]

'One never reaches home,' she said. 'But where paths that have an affinity for each other intersect, the whole world looks like home, for a time.'

Hermann Hesse

[itwasverynice-blog]

Perhaps people like us cannot love. Ordinary people can--that is their secret

Hermann Hesse

[itwasverynice-blog]

Auch die Blumen leiden den Tod, die doch ohne Schuld sind. Even the flowers that are without guilt suffer death.

Hermann Hesse

[itwasverynice-blog]

Words do not express thoughts very well; they always become a little different immediately after they are expressed, a little distorted, a little foolish.

Hermann Hesse