paper-fairy:

“What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.”

— The Metamorphosis, Franz Kafka  

flowerytale:

Virginia Woolf, from A Room of One’s Own

trulyvincent:

Barriers to Intimacy by Olivia de Recat

old-school-romantics:

In the end it’s all about finding a way to live in this world, to create your own structure. Everybody has to create his or her own fiction and live in it, otherwise you can’t survive.

~Rinus Van de Velde

sahchonaut:

theweedyke:

I lifted my head to look up into the changing leaves, thinking about how at some point, we were all headed home. At some point, all of this, everything and everyone, became memory.

— Jacqueline Woodson, Another Brooklyn