And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.

Marijana, 22. “How is it possible to feel nostalgia for a world I never knew?

[thegoodvybe]

[thepersonalquotes]

[poppunklateatnight]

Neck Deep // The Beach Is For Lovers

[books-n-quotes]

Maybe ‘okay’ will be our ‘always

John Green, The Fault in Our Stars (via books-n-quotes)

[books-n-quotes]

I wonder how many people don’t get the one they want, but end up with the one they’re supposed to be with.

Fannie Flagg, Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe (via books-n-quotes)

[makesmewannadream]

[makesmewannadream]

[poetrybad]

Funeral Blues - W. H. Auden

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead, Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood. For nothing now can ever come to any good.

[quotemadness]

I had two longings and one was fighting the other. I wanted to be loved and I wanted to be always alone.

Jean Rhys (via quotemadness)

[makesmewannadream]

[makesmewannadream]

[makesmewannadream]

All the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust.

J.M. Barrie

[makesmewannadream]

When a person is lucky enough to live inside a story, to live inside an imaginary world, the pains of this world disappear. For as long as the story goes on, reality no longer exists.

Paul Auster, The Brooklyn Follies 

[makesmewannadream]

Reading was my escape and my comfort, my consolation, my stimulant of choice: reading for the pure pleasure of it, for the beautiful stillness that surrounds you when you hear an author's words reverberating in your head.

Paul Auster, The Brooklyn Follies 

[mimundoentrelibro-deactivated20]

Entonces llega el día en que tu almohada te pide que le hables de otra cosas, de algo más interesante. Y así, poco a poquito, vas olvidando lo que por las noches tanto te hizo llorar.

DDM. (via mi-mundo-entre-libros)

[kissmeok]

♡Love/Couples♡

[makesmewannadream]

In a place far away from anyone or anywhere, I drifted off for a moment.

The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle. Haruki Murakami