— Bret Easton Ellis, The Rules of Attraction (via ladyofanaturalstate)
I want to moan and writhe with you and I want to go up to you and kiss your mouth and pull you to me and say ‘I love you I love you I love you’ while stripping. I want you so bad it stings.
You’ll get over it…” It’s the clichés that cause the trouble. To lose someone you love is to alter your life for ever. You don’t get over it because ‘it” is the person you loved. The pain stops, there are new people, but the gap never closes. How could it? The particularness of someone who mattered enough to grieve over is not made anodyne by death. This hole in my heart is in the shape of you and no-one else can fit it. Why would I want them to?
— Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body (via feellng)
Feeling this today.
I need to feel strongly, to love and admire, just as desperately as I need to breathe.
— Jean-Dominique Bauby, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly: A Memoir of Life in Death (via saintofsass)
You get tough like me and you don’t get hurt. You look out for yourself and nothin’ can touch you…
— S.E. Hinton, The Outsiders (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)