My random assortment of awesome pictures and words.

Externally, she was a creature of gaiety, given to bursts of enthusiasm, to harmless vanities and constant physical activity. She also experienced chills of embarrassment and self-doubt. But all the time her inner life was burgeoning; beautiful objects made her senses race, and great poetry set her aglow. Almost by the same token, she was overcome at times by the mysterious and dreadful sadness of life. She took nothing calmly.

—R.W.B. Lewis, writing on Edith Wharton

For though I’ve often lost faith in myself, I’ve never lost it in my family … Ours is the only club I’d ever wanted to be a member of.

—David Sedaris

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People are like cities: We all have alleys and gardens and secret rooftops and places where daisies sprout between the sidewalk cracks, but most of the time all we let each other see is is a postcard glimpse of a skyline or a polished square. Love lets you find those hidden places in another person, even the ones they didn’t know were there, even the ones they wouldn’t have thought to call beautiful themselves.

—Hilary J. Smith, Wild Awake

(Source: quoted-books)

And here, finally here in this place, in these circumstances, I will really have to kill him. And Snow will win. Hot, bitter hatred courses through me. Snow has won too much already today. It’s a long shot, it’s suicide maybe, but I do the only thing I can think of. I lean in and kiss Peeta full on the mouth. His whole body starts shuddering, but I keep my lips pressed to his until I have to come up for air. My hands slide up his wrists to clasp his. “Don’t let him take you from me.” Peeta’s panting hard as he fights the nightmares raging in his head. “No. I don’t want to…” I clench his hands to the point of pain. “Stay with me.” His pupils contract to pinpoints, dilate again rapidly, and then return to something resembling normalcy. “Always,” he murmurs.


Mockingjay by Suzanne Collins

(Source: gotstolovemyfandoms)

You couldn’t relive your life, skipping the awful parts, without losing what made it worthwhile. You had to accept it as a whole—like the world, or the person you loved.

We’d get sick on too many cookies, but ever so much sicker on no cookies at all.

Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love.

Omit needless words.

It’s a dangerous mission. You could die out there. You could go on forever.

The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.

…you can hate a place with all your heart and soul and still be homesick for it.

I’m happy. Which often looks like crazy.