(Source: m0rtality, via check-yes--juliet)
It may sound dorky, but I love books—the feel of the paper, the old, musty smell, and especially the way the words roll over you and take you somewhere altogether different. They’ve been my escape as long as I can remember. Whether I need a break from schoolwork or my brother or just life in general, there’s always a books that can take me someplace far away.
— Cheryl Renee Herbsman, Breathing (via larmoyante)
What is it with me? Am I absolutely nobody, but merely inordinately vain? I do not know… But I am most fearfully unhappy. That is all. I am so unhappy that I wish I was dead—yet I should be mad to die when I have not yet lived at all.
— Katherine Mansfield (via larmoyante)
(Source: -ifitmeansalot2you-, via bladesoftrinity)
