
light-petrichor: I Already Miss You— The Kooks
Doesn’t it kill you when a song reminds you of someone?
(Source: i-a-m--n-o-s-t-a-l-g-i-c)
– Neil Gaiman, Neverwhere
Phoenix — If I Ever Feel Better
– Jonathan Franzen
– Norton Juster, The Phantom Tollbooth
– Jonathan Franzen, Freedom
– Deanne Laura Pool —- This is what I mean when I say it.
– Jonathan Safran Foer —- This is what I mean when I say it. (via boxofoctaves)
– Cormac McCarthy, The Road
– Jonathan Safran Foer —- This is what I mean when I say it. (via boxofoctaves)
– Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via bookmania)
Bob Dylan — I Want You
– Jonathan Safran Foer (via aalaskaa)
“It was time to move on,” Sylvia said to Enid. “I saw it all of a sudden. That whether I liked it or not, the survivor and the artist was me, not her. We’re all conditioned to think of our children as more important than us, you know, and to live vicariously through them. All of sudden I was sick of that kind of thinking. I may be dead tomorrow, I said to myself, but I’m alive now. And I can live deliberately. I’ve paid the price, I’ve done the work, and I have nothing to be ashamed of.”
“And the event, the big change in your life, is simply an insight— isn’t that a strange thing? That absolutely nothing changes except that you see things differently and you’re less fearful and less anxious and generally stronger as a result: isn’t it amazing that a completely invisible thing in your head can feel realer than anything that you’ve experienced before? You see things more clearly and you know that you’re seeing them more clearly. And it comes to you that this is what it means to love life, this is all anybody who talks seriously about God is ever talking about. Moments like this.”
-Jonathan Franzen, The Corrections.
It’s amazing how literature always manages to show me the right words when I am most in need of them.