Renegade.

Alyssa. 23 years. Nashville

[metamorphesque]

— Virginia Woolf, A Passionate Apprentice: The Early Journals, 1897-1909

[text ID: All the months are crude experiments, out of which the perfect September is made.]

[aar-ish]

Maybe when we die, the first thing we'll say is, "I know this feeling. I was here before"

— Don DeLillo, White Noise

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

She thought she was independent and strong, but she got one small taste of love and she was hungrier than anyone.

Ann Brashares (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

[quotemadness]

I’ve always liked quiet people: You never know if they’re dancing in a daydream or if they’re carrying the weight of the world.

John Green (via quotemadness)

[thoughtkick]

You never get over it. But you get to where it doesn’t bother you so much.

Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides (via thoughtkick)

[rains-of-words]

“Silence, I discover, is something you can actually hear.”

— Haruki Murakami (via thoughtkick)

[thoughtkick]

“My heart is so tired”

— Markus Zusak

[thoughtkick]

“Don’t think. Thinking is the enemy of creativity. It’s self-conscious, and anything self-conscious is lousy. You can’t try to do things. You simply must do things.”

— Ray Bradbury

[resqectable]

“My biggest mistakes in life have all stemmed from giving my powers to someone else - believing that the love others had to offer was more important than the love I had to give myself.”

— Oprah Winfrey

[perfectquote]

If we wait until we are ready we will be waiting for the rest of our lives.

Lemony Snicket (via perfectquote)

[anastasiasyah]

Oh, my sweet child, They raised you to be strong So they could sacrifice you to the wolves

Excerpt of “Inner Child” from Infernal Feelings by anastasiasyah (via anastasiasyah)

[thoughtkick]

“A person who values you, wouldn’t ever put themselves in a position to lose you.”

— lieinlove

[thoughtkick]

“May I never lose that terror that keeps me brave.”

— Audre Lorde, The Black Unicorn: Poems; “Solstice”

[quotefeeling]

If you saw her in these moments, you might think she was collecting her thoughts in order to go forward. But I see it another way: Her mind is being overwhelmed by two processes that must simultaneously proceed at full steam. One is to deal with and live in the present world. The other is to re-experience and mourn something that happened long ago.

Steve Martin, The Pleasure of My Company (via quotefeeling)

[thoughtkick]

Just remember that sometimes, the way that you think about a person isn’t the way they actually are.

John Green, Paper Towns (via thoughtkick)

[thoughtkick]

I’m not fascinated by people who smile all the time. What I find interesting is the way people look when they are lost in thought, when their face becomes angry or serious, when they bite their lip, the way they glance, the way they look down when they walk, when they are alone and smoking a cigarette, when they smirk, the way they half smile, the way they try and hold back tears, the way when their face says they want to say something but can’t, the way they look at someone they want or love… I love the way people look when they do these things. It’s… beautiful.

Clemence Poésy (via thoughtkick)

[rains-of-words]

“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.”

— Jack Kerouac (via thoughtkick)