It was probably nothing but it felt like the world.
— Morrissey, Autobiography (p. 141)
While I can’t have you, I long for you. I am the kind of person who would miss a train or a plane to meet you for coffee. I’d take a taxi across town to see you for ten minutes. I’d wait outside all night if I thought you would open the door in the morning. If you call me and say ‘Will you…’ my answer is ‘Yes’, before your sentence is out. I spin worlds where we could be together. I dream you. For me, imagination and desire are very close.
— Jeanette Winterson (via quoted-books)
You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering.
— Ernest Hemingway (via mcavqy)
if you had a friend who spoke to you in the same way you sometimes speak to yourself, how long would you allow that person to be your friend?
— one of the most eye opening things i’ve read in a while (via mythoughtsarestars)