“ She knew she was really sad, when she stopped loving the things she loved.
“ That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.

phaggott:

I feel more down lately than I have in about three years and I would give anything to be lifted up. I need some light, I’m tired of being in the dark.

(via sicvk)