bj

“We can take it slow; we can move fast. You can leave me and come back. You can be exactly who you are or you can be what you've always wanted to be. You can sell that gold twisted band, and we can find a studio in Queens, and I can cut your hair every other month. Let's live off rice and beans, oranges when they're in season. Let's make friends and forget them for days and weeks at a time. Let's ward off all of the terror with talk. Let's make love over and over, until our ribs hurt and we think we're tired of it, then do it once more, just to see if there's still life to be made.”
― August Thompson, Anyone's Ghost

“If we walk far enough," says Dorothy, "we shall sometime come to someplace.”
― L. Frank Baum, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz

“But sometimes, unexpectedly, grief pounded over me in waves that left me gasping; and when the waves washed back, I found myself looking out over a brackish wreck which was illumined in a light so lucid, so heartsick and empty, that I could hardly remember that the world had ever been anything but dead.”
― Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

“It's different at night, when he's actively trying to rest, and he can't explain why. For some reason, when he knows he's trying to sleep, being next to someone, feeling them, is the only thing that helps. But when he's awake, it's not the same. He doesn't know what that says about him, that he can only accept comfort when he knows that he'll be oblivious to it.”
― bizarrestars, Crimson Rivers