Rolling in the Deep

When we hold each other, in the darkness, it doesn’t make the darkness go away. The bad things are still out there. The nightmares still walking. When we hold each other we feel not safe, but better. “It’s all right” we whisper, “I’m here, I love you.” and we lie: “I’ll never leave you.” For just a moment or two the darkness doesn’t seem so bad. Neil Gaiman, Neil Gaiman’s Midnight Days (via thresca)

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I’m not going to be one of those people who sits around talking about what they’re going to do or become. I’m just going to do it. Imagining the future is kind of nostalgia. You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you’ll escape it one day, and how amazing it will be, and imagining the future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present. John Green, Looking For Alaska (via venula)

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I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my hands to this day. Carols Ruiz Zafon, The Shadow of the Wind (via katelizabeth)

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