When I’m doing chores and I think to myself “I wonder what so-and-so is up to.” Then I realize I was thinking about a fictional character from a book.
“‘I’m in love with you, and I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only...
My heart wants roots My mind wants wings. I cannot bear Their bickerings.– E.Y. Harburg (via rebeccasusanne)
We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us...– Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment. (via booksfrommyshelf)
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devouringbooks: hiddlesandsolo: I’m pretty sure this is me…
The greatest lie ever told about love is that it sets you free.– Zadie Smith, On Beauty (via itsfromabook)
book: he took a bite out of the apple
teacher: now what could the apple represent
teacher: the red paints a depiction of anger, the boy finally biting into his anger and letting it unleash all the while his innocence is being violated by the teeth of despair and the endless throat that is life and being boiled by the stomach acid of unstoppable death
book: calm down
Batman: Hey I'm going to disappear for 8 years.
Bruce Wayne: Hey I'm going to disappear for 8 years.
People of Gotham: Shut up Bruce, we're trying to figure out who Batman is.
Batman: I'M BACK!
Bruce Wayne: ME TOO.
People of Gotham: NO ONE CARES BRUCE. WHO THE FUCK IS BATMAN?