I love you. Most ardently.
Books don’t offer real escape, but they can stop a mind scratching itself raw.
|—||Cloud Atlas, David Mitchell (via awesem)|
Well, I always know what I want. And when you know what you want—you go toward it. Sometimes you go very fast, and sometimes only an inch a year. Perhaps you feel happier when you go fast. I don’t know. I’ve forgotten the difference long ago, because it really doesn’t matter, so long as you move.
|—||Ayn Rand, We the Living (via quotes-shape-us)|
“I spent the rest of the day in someone else’s story. The rare moments that I put the book down, my own pain returned in burning stabs.” — Amy Plum, Die for Me