“There was no salve for the space he left. If there had been—if science had developed an ointment for heartache or a pill for the lovelorn—I wouldn’t have used it. I wanted pain. I wanted cataclysmic anguish.” —Claire Vaye Watkins, Battleborn
It was pleasant to take a hot drink up to her room and have it beside her as she sat in her silent room reading in the empty house in the afternoons. The books transported her into new worlds and introduced her to amazing people who lived exciting lives. She went on olden-day sailing ships with Joseph Conrad. She went to Africa with Ernest Hemingway and to India with Rudyard Kipling. She travelled all over the world while sitting in her little room in an English village.
“Like a sleeve caught in some implacable and uncomprehending machine, his need to be understood had become lodged in her blissful but dangerously indifferent body. He would be dragged through a crushing obsession and spat out the other end without her pulse flickering or her thoughts wandering from their chosen paths.” —Edward St. Aubyn, Bad News
A 24 years old nerd with too much to say. Writer in my spare time, I talk about tv-shows, comics, animes and geeky things.
This is My Tumblr: I like traveling and I like Japan. I like Texas and Friday Night Lights. I like TV-Shows and I like Back to The future. Gregory Peck and James Dean and Matt Czuchry. I like art and most of all I like photography.