It sounds true as she says it, as certain as science. You can't always distinguish between reason and hope.

Karen Thompson Walker, The Dreamers

"Until women started writing books there was only one side of the story. Throughout all of history, books were written with sperm, not menstrual blood. Until I was twenty-one, I measured my orgasms against Lady Chatterley's and wondered what was WRONG with me. Did it ever occur to me that Lady Chatterley was really a man? That she was really D.H. Lawrence?"

Erica Jong, Fear of Flying

I respect the moon’s unwillingness to be photographed on a phone. 

-Yobana Lemm

“Forgive me, for all the things I did but mostly for the ones I did not.”

— Donna Tartt, The Secret History

The pain I don't say out loud, builds a home inside me

Olivia Gatwood, “Life Of The Party” 

"Soon, the veins of my mind will burst, The breath of my screams is diminishing inside. "

What hurts more than "what we could have been? "

"what we were. "

-Vodka

I write differently from what I speak, I speak differently from what I think, I think differently from the way I ought to think, and so it all proceeds into deepest darkness.

Franz Kafka

If my life was a book… I’d rip out those pages and burn my vulnerability.

"All articulate thought had long ago deserted her; her heart seemed to have grown to the size of a sun, and to illuminate her entire body, shedding like the sun a steady tide of warmth."

~ Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out (1915)

"The desire for bodies is rooted in our mortality. The desire for books shares a similar fevered passion with our decomposition. We will never be able to read all the books or love all the bodies."

Samantha Hunt, The Unwritten Book

I scream for everything that has gone wrong. I scream for everything broken in our lives.

-Marie Lu Champion

-Yobana Lemm

“i wish i were happier. i wish there were a place on the coat rack to hold my heavy heart, as i took off my shoes and removed my scarf. i wish there were a way to ease my burdens as easy as it is for me to unbutton my shirt. i wish to make space for joy on my couch, as i slouch deeper into the pillows that contain my misery. i am seeping deeper, and there is nowhere left for me to go.”

— sulasnsleep