❝Next time you long to be sick again, remember it was more than just bones and rib cages. You weren’t strong or fragile. You weren’t more beautiful than you are now. There was nothing beautiful about it. You weren’t well.❞

On wanting to relapse (via blackbirdheart)

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Gabrielle Zevin, Memoirs of a Teenage Amnesiac

❝What if I told you I’m incapable of tolerating my own heart?❞

Virginia Woolf, Night and Day (via volaream)

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Ever After (1998)

I’ve never met a girl who thinks like you.”

"A lot of people tell me that," she said, digging at a cuticle. "But it’s the only way I know how to think. Seriously. I’m just telling you what I believe. It’s never crossed my mind that my way of thinking is different from other people’s. I’m not trying to be different. But when I speak out honestly, everybody thinks I’m kidding or playacting. When that happens, I feel like everything is such a pain.

Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via girlinlondon)

❝I feel torn in a thousand pieces—it is bloody—I can’t tell you how I hate leaving you. I don’t know how I shall get on without you—in fact I don’t feel I can—you have become so essential to me.❞

Vita Sackville-West, from a letter to Virginia Woolf (via avvfvl)

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