The worst way to feel about someone is the want to hit them in the face for the pain they’ve caused you, but also the want to kiss them hard on the mouth for the pain you felt while they were away.
What a treacherous thing it is to believe that a person is more than a person.
Papertowns by John Green (via bleedingheartofmine)
Words are things, and a small drop of ink, falling like dew upon a thought, produces that which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
Lord Byron (sent to me by neko-myuki-chan-draws.tumblr.com)
The sense that you’re having an intellectual exchange with the author, following his or her train of thought and you can accompany each other for weeks on end.
The Library of Unrequited Love by Sophie Divry (via treesofreverie)