Everyone in this world is breathing borrowed air.
-Rachael Lippincott, Five Feet Apart
Huh. Never thought of it like that. It’s beautifully tainted with sadness.
Artist
Every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter.
-Oscar Wilde, The Picture Of Dorian Gray
I love this man.
Moons and Stars
Once upon a time, there was a girl who talked to the moon. And she was mysterious and she was perfect, in that way that girls who talk to moons are. In the house next door, there lived a boy. And the boy watched the girl grow more and more perfect, more and more beautiful with each passing year. He watched her watch the moon. And he began to wonder if the moon would help him unravel the mystery of the beautiful girl. So the boy looked into the sky. But he couldn’t concentrate on the moon. He was too distracted by the stars. And it didn’t matter how many songs or poems had already been written about them, because whenever he thought about the girl, the stars shone brighter. As if she were the one keeping them illuminated.
One day, the boy had to move away. He couldn’t bring the girl with him, so he brought the stars. When he’d look out his window at night, he would start with one. One star. And the boy would make a wish on it, and the wish would be her name.
At the sound of her name, a second star would appear. And then he’d wish her name again, and the stars would double into four. And four became eight, and eight became sixteen, and so on, in the greatest mathematical equation the universe had ever seen. And by the time an hour had passed, the sky would be filled with so many stars that it would wake the neighbors. People wondered who’d turned on the floodlights.
The boy did. By thinking about the girl.
-Stephenie Perkins, Lola and the Boy Next Door
My heart, oh, my heart. This was like the sweetest love declaration I’ve read. Oh my god. What do you think of this?
Life and Death
Death is peaceful, Life is harder.
-Stephanie Meyer, Twilight
Doesn’t give us any less reason to live and any more reason to die. You know what they say, just live.
Fangirls
I knew this type of girl. She was a Teenie. The Teenies are the ones that always hang out by the tour buses after shows and scream, “I want to have your babies!” to the lead singers and only know the one popular song off the CD and totally humiliate the rest of us, who just want to say how much we love the music and how much it means to us. I hate those girls like I hate poison ivy and beets.
-Robin Benway, Audrey, wait!
I’m laughing too hard and I’m really glad that now we’ve got a name for them! How many of you are not a Teenie?
#willtraynorforeva
I read the words of a man who had once believed in me, and I put my head on my knees and finally I sobbed.
-Jojo Moyes, After You
Oh, deary! Now I’m sobbing too! Waahh!
Life
There’s more to life than life cause and effect.
-Amy Zhang, Falling Into Place
Ah, I like the comparison. Life and physics, who would’ve thought?
Teenagers
All teenagers look miserable. It’s their default setting.
-Jojo Moyes, After You(Me Before You #2)
Just a thought— Am I too always miserable, considering I’m a teen?
Let me know, please!
Art
Art wasn’t supposed to look nice, it was supposed to make you feel something.
-Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor and Park
Fictionally Crazy 