“I’d be smiling and chatting away, and my mind would be floating around somewhere else, like a balloon with a broken string.” — Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle (via jusellietokitoinkee)

“I can’t think again. Not ever again. I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that.” — Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via larmoyante)

“I’ve been homesick for countries I’ve never been, and longed to be where I couldn’t be.” — John Cheever (via larmoyante)

“I went inside my heart
to see how it was.
Something there makes me hear
the whole world weeping.” — Rumi (via larmoyante)

“I love that moment. When you’re on a long car ride, or listening to music, or reading. And you completely zone out. You forget your troubles, and everyone around you. You’re focused on that one thing, and that one thing only. You’re content, and everything seems peaceful.” — Anonymous (via larmoyante)

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by Isadora Bellotti

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“We Are Young” by Fun.

“While she was no radical, no natural breaker of rules, no seeker of the bold statement, she was in her own serene way uncaring of convention and others’ opinions.” — Tarun J. Tejpal, The Alchemy of Desire (via larmoyante)

“Being a reader has brought me much joy, laughter, and rich experience. But reading has also wounded me. The sacrament of reading has plowed me open and sown seeds of empathy that have taken root in deep soil. Over the years, reading has caused me to grow from a shallow, self-absorbed youth to one who seeks out the pain of the world. Reading has burdened me with the welfare of my fellow human, but sometimes the burden proves too heavy for my narrow shoulders.” — Steve Kendall (via larmoyante)

“It’s the little things she needs someone for, like someone to hold her hand at the end of a long day, or someone to watch stupid comedies with, or someone to curl up with on the couch on a lazy Sunday morning as she reads the newspaper and eats her cereal. Which probably means she doesn’t ‘need’ someone in the strictest sense, although at the end of a long day, or while watching a stupid comedy, or on a lazy Sunday morning, having someone would be very much appreciated.” — Marla Miniano, Table for Two (via larmoyante)

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Photograph by Calsidy Rose

These were the library book due dates stamped by the hands of a school librarian on The True Book of Plants We Know by Irene Miner in the 1960s.

“Sometimes I wonder if my whole life will pass by this way: me waiting in the shadows, waiting for something to happen. Waiting for someone else to make it happen. Something new or different or crazy and amazing. I‘ve been there for so long, letting everyone else figure it out for me, floating along without much direction or conscious thought. Reacting.” — Sarah Ockler, Fixing Delilah (via creatingaquietmind)