Ask me something!
Communicate!
I’ve crossed some kind of invisible line. I feel as if I’ve come to a place I never thought I’d have to come to. And I don’t know how I got here. It’s a strange place. It’s a place where a little harmless dreaming and then some sleepy, early-morning talk has led me into considerations of death and annihilation.
Happy Raymond Carver’s Birthday.
“ Fiction is like a spider’s web, attached ever so lightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners. ”
Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own (via helplesslyamazed)
(Source: quote-book)
“ Self-loathing is not a fucking character-builder. It doesn’t make you stronger. It doesn’t make you better. It’s just an ever-deepening, creepy-ass trap; a trap that is a huge moneymaker for corporations that do not have and never will have good intentions. You’re not disgusting. You’re not freakish. You’re not ugly. And you’re never going to be perfect. And holy shit, that is so okay. ”
Jane, Casual Blasphemies (via grrrlstudies, lipsbetweenthehips) (via thechocolatebrigade) (via someclevermoniker)
“ A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads lives only one. ”
George R.R. Martin (via sarisafari)
(Source: sirmitchell)