A Quote For You

Hello. I'm Anaje. I love books. Their smell, their feel, their escape: I love it all. “.. I love books. I like that the moment you open one and sink into it you can escape from the world, into a story that’s way more interesting that yours will ever be.”
— Elizabeth Scott, Bloom
~ Sunday, May 13 ~
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I’ve never understood why looking hot has to be equated with sex and conquest. Whatever happened to anticipation, to courtship, to true love? Can’t a person look hot and not have it mean something?
— Naomi, Naomi and Ely’s No Kiss List (via cheriper)

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I think forever is an incorrect concept
— “The Fault In Our Stars” - John Green (via young-anarchist)

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I want you always to remember me. Will you remember that I existed, and that I stood next to you here like this?
— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via larmoyante)

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It doesn’t matter who you are or what you look like, so long as somebody loves you.
— Roald Dahl, The Witches (via larmoyante)

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Oh, something is there, waiting for me. Perhaps someday the revelation will burst upon me and I will see the other side of this monumental grotesque joke. And then I’ll laugh. And then I’ll know what life is.
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via larmoyante)

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~ Thursday, March 8 ~
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It seemed like forever ago, like we’ve had this brief but still infinite forever. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.
— John Green (via momentumdeferred)

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~ Wednesday, January 18 ~
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~ Thursday, December 29 ~
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~ Sunday, December 11 ~
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I think that if I ever have kids, and they are upset, I won’t tell them that people are starving in China or anything like that because it wouldn’t change the fact that they were upset. And even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn’t really change the fact that you have what you have.
— The Perks Of Being A Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky (via sunday-clouds)

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After all this time it still seems to me like straight and fast is the only way out- but I choose the labyrinth. The labyrinth blows, but I choose it.
— Looking For Alaska by John Green (via septemia)

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