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"These are the kinds of girls who hang dream catchers over their beds, who eat pomegranates and read old history books for fun. These are the kind of girls who take pictures of their hands with a disposable camera and wallpaper their rooms with pretty roses. These girls sketch eyes and mouths and little faces all over things, they look you right in the eye and almost through you when you speak to them. These girls camp out in their backyards for fun, they light candles everywhere. Their wardrobes are filled with silk robes and bows and hats, they drink tall glasses of milk and snack on chocolate while they watch the sun rise. These are the kind of girls who ride bikes through the city to the cinema that plays old movies in the middle of the day. They are the kind of girls who put too many marshmallows in their hot chocolate and when the snow came down lit the fire and pretended to be in the North Pole. They would water color things and eat french toast for lunch. These girls were the kind of girls who always believed in unicorns, they believed in the power of love and dreams. They were the kind of girls who gazed out of windows at bigger things and rain made them think of fairies and tree houses. In the summer they listened to Fleetwood Mac while sipping cold tomato juice. They told ghost stories under huge floral sheets, candles glowing below their faces. The spooky endings made them scream and laugh. They huddled together so they wouldn’t get too scared. Everything sound outside made them jump.”
"now the cities we live in could be distant stars, and I search for you in every passing car"
❝ After all, how many of us had tried to forget something traumatic… only to find it printed on the back of our eyelids, tattooed on our tongues? ❞ - Jodi Picoult’s Change of Heart
“They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.” - F.Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise
"I want a life that sizzles and pops and makes me laugh out loud. And I don’t want to get to the end, or to tomorrow, even, and realize that my life is a collection of meetings and pop cans and errands and receipts and dirty dishes. I want to eat cold tangerines, and sing out loud in the car with the windows open, and wear pink shoes, and stay up all night laughing, and paint my walls the exact color of the sky right now. I want to sleep hard on clean white sheets, and throw parties, and eat ripe tomatoes, and read books so good they make me jump up and down." - Shauna Niequist
"YOUR HEAD’S LIKE MINE, LIKE ALL OUR HEADS; BIG ENOUGH TO CONTAIN EVERY GOD AND DEVIL THERE EVER WAS. BIG ENOUGH TO HOLD THE WEIGHT OF OCEANS AND THE TURNING STARS. WHOLE UNIVERSES FIT IN THERE! BUT WHAT DO WE CHOOSE TO KEEP IN THIS MIRACULOUS CABINET? LITTLE BROKEN THINGS, SAD TRINKETS THAT WE PLAY WITH OVER AND OVER. THE WORLD TURNS OUR KEY AND WE PLAY THE SAME LITTLE TUNE AGAIN AND AGAIN AND WE THINK THAT TUNE’S ALL WE ARE." - the invisibles, grant morrison
"To you, it was just picking flowers. To them, it was a massacre."