Somehow, me and my dogs ended up going by the same nicknames. Which ended up being quite a few
There’s no freedom quite like the freedom of being constantly underestimated.
Scott Lynch, The Lies of Locke Lamora    
Life is such unutterable hell, solely because it is sometimes beautiful. If we could only be miserable all the time, if there could be no such things as love or beauty or faith or hope, if I could be absolutely certain that my love would never be returned: how much more simple life would be. One could plod through the Siberian salt mines of existence without being bothered about happiness.
T.H. White, Alfred Hitchcock Presents: Stories That Scared Even Me    
I wasn’t born a storm,
but it’s easy to learn destruction
when all you have been given is rain.
Y.Z (via rauru)    
I would like to be able to gently drift in and out of existence when I wanted to.
Henry Rollins, Solipsist    

“Fix me,” I commanded him. “This thing, what I’ve done - there’s something wrong with me, Noah. Fix it.”

Noah’s expression broke my heart as he brushed my hair from my face, and skimmed the line of my neck. “I can’t”

"Why not?" I asked, my voice threatening to crack.

"Because," he said, "You’re not broken.”

Michelle Hodkin, The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer    
We have a saying, my people. “Don’t kill if you can wound, don’t wound if you can subdue, don’t subdue if you can pacify and don’t raise your hand at all until you’ve first extended it.”

Wonder Woman (#25, December ‘08)



to live in this world

you must be able
to do three things
to love what is mortal;
to hold it

against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go

Mary Oliver, New and Selected Poems, Vol. 1     
But you see, there is
a graveyard in my mouth
filled with words that
have died on my lips.
Emily Palermo, from Untitled  (via tchaikovskys)    
Why did you do all this for me?’ he asked. ‘I don’t deserve it. I’ve never done anything for you.’ ‘You have been my friend,’ replied Charlotte. ‘That in itself is a tremendous thing.
E.B. White, Charlotte’s Web    
Life is short and truth works far and lives long: let us speak the truth.
Arthur Schopenhauer, The World as Will and Representation, Vol 1