This is hard to describe but do you ever start falling asleep and you’re half-unconscious, and you start thinking completely nonsensical combinations of words, like pure nonsense sentences of real words that all together make no sentences whatsoever?
“But why, why, why can’t people just say what they mean?”— Graeme Simsion
“Here is the tragedy: when you are the victim of depression, not only do you feel utterly helpless and abandoned by the world, you also know that very few people can understand, or even begin to believe, that life can be this painful. There is nothing I can think of that is quite as isolating as this.”— Giles Andreae (via wnq-art)
“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
Bottled Up
I kept it all bottled up. Then, what should have been tiny drops of rain, poured out like a river. They were inside too long. I kept them hidden, so no one would know. And I nearly drowned myself.
“I am hopelessly in love with a memory. An echo from another time, another place.”—
Michael Faudet
(via thegirlwhocrieswolf)