Was zusammen gehört wird auch zu einander finden, selbst wenn sie auf dem Weg erblinden.
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(via kurdosblog)
“Do you have any special skills?”
I can turn a simple task into a month long cycle of procrastination and disappointment
I am still so naïve; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am. A passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe?
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Sylvia Plath
(via nevertherestillhere)
(via nevertherestillhere)
i know its unhealthy to live in your own dream world but like…its safe bitch
Maybe the moon is beautiful only because it is far.
لربما القمر ليس جميلا إلا لأنه بعيد
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I’m so grateful to be alive. Maybe I’ve been trying a little too hard to understand why things are the way they are. Maybe it’s okay to not know how we even exist, maybe it’s okay to have questions with answers that aren’t satisfying, or even some questions with no answers at all. And maybe I don’t need more answers, but a bigger sense of trust. I’m so grateful to be alive. Maybe I don’t need to know why.
The truth is, everyone likes to look down on someone. If your favorites are all avant-garde writers who throw in Sanskrit and German, you can look down on everyone. If your favorites are all Oprah Book Club books, you can at least look down on mystery readers. Mystery readers have sci-fi readers. Sci-fi can look down on fantasy. And yes, fantasy readers have their own snobbishness. I’ll bet this, though: in a hundred years, people will be writing a lot more dissertations on Harry Potter than on John Updike. Look, Charles Dickens wrote popular fiction. Shakespeare wrote popular fiction—until he wrote his sonnets, desperate to show the literati of his day that he was real artist. Edgar Allan Poe tied himself in knots because no one realized he was a genius. The core of the problem is how we want to define “literature.” The Latin root simply means “letters.” Those letters are either delivered—they connect with an audience—or they don’t. For some, that audience is a few thousand college professors and some critics. For others, its twenty million women desperate for romance in their lives. Those connections happen because the books successfully communicate something real about the human experience. Sure, there are trashy books that do really well, but that’s because there are trashy facets of humanity. What people value in their books—and thus what they count as literature—really tells you more about them than it does about the book.
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Brent Weeks
(via wordpainting)
(via wordpainting)