she asked god, without fear, if he really believed that people were made of iron in order to bear so many troubles and mortifications.

one hundred years of solitude

it’s always been fascinating to me how things can be simultaneously true and false, how people can be good and bad all in one, how someone can love you in a way that is beautifully selfless while serving themselves ruthlessly.

the seven husbands of evelyn hugo

remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. live it, feel it, cling to it. i want to become acutely aware of all i've taken for granted. when you feel that this may be goodbye, the last time, it hits you harder.

the unabridged journals of sylvia plath

something happened inside of me as i looked out into the vast universe. through that telescope, the world was closer and la...