Oh the city bus is swimming past.

"I wanted to be one of those people who have streaks to maintain, who scorch the ground with their intensity. But for now, at least I knew such people, and they needed me, just like comets need tails."
— John Green (Looking for Alaska)

"Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everybody I've ever known." -Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters

"Carol: We were gonna make a whole world like this. Now, everyone used to come here, but you know... you know what it feels like when all your teeth are falling out really slowly and you don't realize and then you notice that, well, they're really far apart. And then one day... you don't have any teeth anymore.
Max: Yeah.
Carol: Well it was like that." -Where The Wild Things Are

He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning-fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lips’ touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.

—F. Scott Fitzgerald (The Great Gatsby)

(Source: nagging)

One of the things Ford Prefect had always found hardest to understand about humans was their habit of continually stating and repeating the very very obvious, as in It’s a nice day, or You’re very tall, or Oh dear you seem to have fallen down a thirty-foot well, are you alright? At first Ford had formed a theory to account for this strange behaviour. If human beings don’t keep exercising their lips, he thought, their mouths probably seize up. After a few months’ consideration and observation he abandoned this theory in favour of a new one. If they don’t keep on exercising their lips, he thought, their brains start working. After a while he abandoned this one as well as being obstructively cynical.

— Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy (via ricochetdays)

(via slaughterhousefive)

The world is so exquisite with so much love and moral depth, that there is no reason to deceive ourselves with pretty stories for which there’s little good evidence. Far better it seems to me, in our vulnerability, is to look death in the eye and to be grateful every day for the brief but magnificent opportunity that life provides.

—Carl Sagan (via thechocolatebrigade)

(via setyourcompass)

Short Story Number Eight Hundred and Twenty Two

keremmermutlu:

It doesn’t look like it now, but I’m pretty sure that this is the beginning of something good. I haven’t been able to sleep for days and I’ve been thinking too much about stuff that doesn’t matter, but now I feel calm. I feel like my insides have stopped shaking or something. So I’m going to take a few risks and have some fun and try and live. I’m not going to fall apart anymore.

(Source: keremmermutlu)