from Tommy
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“ Maybe I’m dreaming you. Maybe you’re dreaming me; maybe we only exist in each other’s dreams and every morning when we wake up we forget all about each other.
The Time Traveler’s Wife (via thyblackbird)
“ I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?
Ernest Hemingway (via reveriie)
“ Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all of the lives I’m not living.
Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via oneheartbeating)
“ At a certain part in your life. Probably when too much of it has gone by. You will open your eyes and see yourself for who you are. Especially for everything that made you so different from all the awful normals. And you will say to yourself, “But I am this person.” And in that statement, that correction, there will be a kind of love.
Miss Dodger, Phoebe in Wonderland (via mypeterpancomplex)
“ How many times have I told you:
the civilized world is a zoo, not a jungle.
Stay in your cage. Margaret Atwood (via aristobrat)
the civilized world is a zoo, not a jungle.
Stay in your cage. Margaret Atwood (via aristobrat)
The Velveteen Rabbit
“What is REAL?” asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. “Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?”
“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.”
“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.
“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”
“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”
“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”
“I suppose you are real?” said the Rabbit. And then he wished he had not said it, for he thought the Skin Horse might be sensitive. But the Skin Horse only smiled. “
Margery Williams
