"Next time someone says your fav characters aren’t real, take the book and smack them upside the head with it and ask them how real that felt"

the one and only Tahereh Mafi (via adaamkent)

(Source: parrishsadam)

If you have bones protruding in areas meant to be gentle and smooth
If your skin is a soft stream labeled wrongly by the voices
If you cannot focus on the words before you
If you are as attentive as a fox but blind to your sickness
If you have a space between your thighs where your sanity once lay
If your legs run down together; groups are safer when trying to escape
If your ribs count the insults screamed at yourself
If your stomach peeks out to check if the air is clear
If your tummy isn’t rumbling but you know it’s time
If your stomach is screaming (no matter if your head is screaming more)
If the sun is setting and your countdown is still in the green
If the countdown has reached its mark and you know, deep down, it must soar
Because the life you love is within your grasp
And it may take a while
But I promise you you’ll be happy
Even if you were standing at a windowsill moments before
The only way to defeat your demon

(via strength-in-sydney)


(via eatcleaneatclean)



I like my female protagonists how I like my tea:

Strong and slightly sweet

*sips tea nonchalantly*


It’s Monday,
and your hair is messy.
You haphazardly put on your jeans and shirt
as you moan about the day of the week -
and I love you.

It’s Tuesday,
and you’re stumbling your way around the room,
trying to sort out the things you have to do.
You stop to briefly kiss the freckles on my nose,
asking me about my day -
and I love you.

It’s Wednesday,
and you’re quietly sprawled on the couch.
You pat the spot next to you and pepper kisses on my hair
because it’s my least favorite day of the week (and you know it) -
and I love you.

It’s Thursday,
and you’re wondering what the weekend will bring,
but you’re still moaning about how
the week is going by too slow for your tastes -
and I love you.

It’s Friday,
and I’m surrounded by DVDs and snacks
you’ve prepared when I was gone.
You welcome me with blankets and warmth from your arms -
and I love you.

It’s Saturday,
and you’re feeling lazy.
You won’t let me leave your arms
(or is it the other way around?)
So you tuck me under your chin as we both wonder
how much time we have left
before sleep makes us miss each other’s faces -
and I love you.

It’s Sunday,
and there’s nothing much to say but
I love you.


"Novels aren’t just happy escapes; they are slivers of people’s souls, nailed to the pages, dripping ink from veins of wood pulp. Reading the right one at the right time can make all the difference."

Brandon Sanderson (via burninggravity)