“The reason death sticks so closely to life isn’t biological necessity — it’s envy. Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can.”—Yann Martel (via thechocolatebrigade)
“Your handwriting. The way you walk. Which china pattern you choose. It’s all giving you away. Everything you do shows your hand. Everything is a self-portrait. Everything is a diary.”—Diary -Chuck Palahniuk (via musingsinfemininity)
n. [Brit. wallesia] a condition characterized by scanning faces in a crowd looking for a specific person who would have no reason to be there, which is your brain’s way of checking to see whether they’re still in your life, subconsciously patting its emotional pockets before it leaves for the day.
“Can we only love
Something created by our own imagination?
Are we all in fact unloving and unloved?
Then one is alone, and if one is alone
Then lover and beloved are equally unloved
And the dreamer is no more real than his dreams”—T.S. Eliot (via musingsinfemininity)