The kindest thing literature does is remind you that your peculiar little feelings have always existed. Someone, in some century, was equally confused by love, bored by society, tired of performing, and hungry for meaning.
i have a friend who treats me so well that she doesn’t even know that she’s established a standard for how i let everyone else treat me, and i think that’s beautiful
girls, we need to frantically and obsessively start reading books and finish them in less than 24 hours again.... remember how happy we were back then??
Stay flexible enough to receive. You have not met all the friends life has for you. You haven't touched or tasted all the abundance the world has for you.