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@nothing-left-to-love
“I feel like I’ve swallowed a cloudy sky.”
— Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart (via books-n-quotes)
“There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable.”
— C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves (via books-n-quotes)
“Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.”
— Oscar Wilde, De Profundis (via books-n-quotes)
“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”
— Neil Gaiman, The Sandman (via books-n-quotes)
“I am afraid. Of what? Life without having lived, chiefly.”
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via books-n-quotes)
“How do you get so empty? Who takes it out of you?”
— Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (via books-n-quotes)
rain in Paris by Sergii Molchanov
anyone else get the intense urge to just disappear? to disappear from everyone’s lives without leaving any trace? and be forgotten? it’d give me so much peace i don’t want anyone to think about me
“I think most of who I was has died.”
— Anonymous
“Sometimes people put up walls, not only to keep people out, but also to see who cares enough to tear them down.”
— Leisa Rayven, Bad Romeo (via books-n-quotes)