Fiction is like a spider’s web, attached ever so lightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners.
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| — | Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own (via helplesslyamazed) |
There are moments in our lives when we find ourselves at a crossroad, afraid, confused, without a roadmap. The choices we make in those moments can define the rest of our days. Of course when faced with the unknown, most of us prefer to turn around and go back.
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| — | Lucas Scott, One Tree Hill (via julie911) |
I’d be smiling and chatting away, and my mind would be floating around somewhere else, like a balloon with a broken string.
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| — | Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle (via jusellietokitoinkee) |
