how can you know if what you say touches someone else?
How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn’t pull the trigger?
— Virginia Woolf (via winningthebattleloosingthewar)
i meant everything i didn’t say
It made me feel like I hadn’t been kissed correctly in my life.
People don’t listen, they just wait for their turn to talk.
— Chuck Palahniuk (via fawun)
(Source: sadexistences)
We live in a world where we have to hide to make love, but brutal acts of violence are practiced daily in broad daylight.
— John Lennon (via kellic-carlile)
(Source: dontloseyour-faithinme)
It made me feel like I hadn’t been kissed correctly in my life.
Can you hate someone for what they have done, but still love them for whom they had been?
— Jodi Picoult, Nineteen Minutes (via masculinelace)
(Source: simply-quotes)
Writings for Winter: arpista: I was younger yesterday. My body was a little lighter then....
I was younger yesterday. My body was a little lighter then. There are people in love with shadows and cardboard toilet paper tubes. They are waiting at bus stops. They are having dinner with friends. They are touching your spine with invisible fingertips like I do when you are…
![YA MEME [4/4] DEATHS:
She leaned down and looked at his lifeless face and Leisel kissed her best friend, Rudy Steiner, soft and true on his lips. He tasted dusty and sweet. He tasted like regret in the shadows of trees and in the glow of the anarchist’s suit collection. She kissed him long and soft, and when she pulled herself away, she touched his mouth with her fingers…She did not say goodbye. She was incapable, and after a few more minutes at his side, she was able to tear herself from the ground. It amazes me what humans can do, even when streams are flowing down their faces and they stagger on.
Rudy Steiner: The Book Thief by Markus Zusak](http://24.media.tumblr.com/9601439ab22b7176df4404e88da7025f/tumblr_mn5kcfauCX1snwab3o1_500.png)
YA MEME [4/4] DEATHS:
She leaned down and looked at his lifeless face and Leisel kissed her best friend, Rudy Steiner, soft and true on his lips. He tasted dusty and sweet. He tasted like regret in the shadows of trees and in the glow of the anarchist’s suit collection. She kissed him long and soft, and when she pulled herself away, she touched his mouth with her fingers…She did not say goodbye. She was incapable, and after a few more minutes at his side, she was able to tear herself from the ground. It amazes me what humans can do, even when streams are flowing down their faces and they stagger on.
Rudy Steiner: The Book Thief by Markus Zusak
Some writers enjoy writing, I am told. Not me. I enjoy having written.
— George R.R. Martin (via arcanewriter)
Typewriter Series #423 by Tyler Knott Gregson
A writer is a controlled schizophrenic.
— Edward Albee (via ilivetowriteandinspire)
