Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild (via wordsnquotes)

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I think maybe part of what got him into trouble was that he did too much thinking. Sometimes he tried too hard to make sense of the world, to figure out why people were bad to each other so often.

Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart (via wordsnquotes)

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I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.

Umberto Eco, The Name of the Rose (via wordsnquotes)

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Daytime sleep is like the sin of the flesh; the more you have the more you want, and yet you feel unhappy, sated and unsated at the same time.

The Wallflowers, One Headlight (via introspectivepoet)

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Well it smells of cheap wine & cigarettes
This place is always such a mess
Sometimes I think I’d like to watch it burn…

David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas (via wordsnquotes)

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Books don’t offer real escape, but they can stop a mind scratching itself raw.

Grief is raw. And bitter. It’s from your heart. It’s from your soul. But most importantly no one can take it away. It can strip you to your bone, but the only person who can take it away is yourself.

-R.A.

 Jacobs, Kate. Comfort Food. (via wordsnquotes)

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Sometimes suffering is just suffering. It doesn’t make you stronger. It doesn’t build character. It only hurts.

Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus (via wordsnquotes)

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I would have written you, myself, if I could put down in words everything I want to say to you. A sea of ink would not be enough. But you built me dreams instead.