Janet Fitch, White Oleander (via buriedinbooks)
should I keep looking for the exceptions?
Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel García Márquez (via itseasyjusttolookaway)
thanks to that artifice we manage to delude ourselves and pine and pine and pine for things that are coloured differently from reality.
James Baldwin (via loves-lovely-words)
But James, I really don’t care about the hurt that everyone who was alive, or who had ever been alive, felt.
The pain is now, and it is real. And it hurts so bad