“you reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon”
"I was made to love magic"
He lay listening to the water drip in the woods. Bedrock, this. The cold and the silence. The ashes of the late world carried on the bleak and temporal winds to and fro in the void. Carried forth and scattered and carried forth again. Everything uncoupled from its shoring. Unsupported in the ashen air. Sustained by a breath, trembling and brief. If only my heart were stone.
— The Road
If I can’t be beautiful, I want to be invisible.
— Chuck Palahniuk, Beautiful Monsters (via f-loresco)
(Source: n-e-r-v-o-s-a, via dulciealice)
