I hate most people. And I don’t want to, it’s an awful way to be. But the human race gives me no comfort. I find myself turning to books and films for comfort still. It’s repulsive, because one’s life consists of people, not things.
I need a soul mate so that I can be who I am, naked. I want there to be someone who picks up my heavy, bleeding heart and takes it somewhere safe and warm.
It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart.
Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay
Happy ending? There are no happy endings. Endings are the saddest part. So just give me a happy middle and a very happy start.
I’m really afraid to feel happy because it never lasts.
I forgive you. Not 100%, never 100%. Maybe 10%, but I do forgive you. Because now I understand better how damaged people feel like.
I love no one but you, I have discovered, but you are far away and I am here alone. Then this is my life and maybe, however unlikely, I’ll find my way back there. Or maybe, one day, I’ll settle for second best. And on that same day, hell will freeze over, the sun will burn out and the stars will fall from the sky.
You think ‘Okay, I get it, I’m prepared for the worst’, but you hold out that small hope, see, and that’s what fucks you up. That’s what kills you.
Joyland (Stephen King)
Right now everything looks so strange to me, as if I don’t belong here. It’s me that’s out of place. And the worst thing is that I feel there’s somewhere I do belong, but I just can’t find it.
The Awakening (L.J. Smith)