i want to write the kind of short stories you read in english class that are on this weird level of surrealism that they still haunt you years down the road
gay update: still gay
Isn’t it odd how much fatter a book gets when you’ve read it several times? As if something were left between the pages every time you read it. Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells…and then, when you look at the book again many years later, you find yourself there, too, a slightly younger self, slightly different, as if the book had preserved you like a pressed flower…both strange and familiar.
— Cornelia Funke, Inkspell (via anditslove)
Love isn’t soft, like those poets say. Love has teeth which bite and the wounds never close.
— Stephen King, The Body 1982 (via disorder)