Stiles: come on, I wasn’t that drunk!
Lydia: you tried to color my face with a highlighter because you said I was “important”
Stiles: BECAUSE YOU ARE!!
I cannot express it; but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is or should be an existence of yours beyond you. What were the use of my creation, if I were entirely contained here? My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff's miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning: my great thought in living is himself. If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it.—My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.
Emily Brontë, Wuthering heights
You kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath.
Taylor Swift, 'All too well'
Why is it always: Can I buy you a drink, beautiful?
And never: Can I buy you a book, beautiful?
A concept: Me and you; us, Dancing under the moonlight, and a sky filled up with the stars.
💫🌙 💫
I am a little bit boring and not very easy to interact with.
Darling, you can't give up. You don't have a mansion with a secret library yet.
“…but you people do not understand me, and i am afraid you never will.”
Vincent Van Gogh
“I felt him in everything. And what I felt was too deep.”
— Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary; 1939-1947