Listen to me. I’m shy. I’m not stupid. I can’t meet people’s eyes. I don’t know if you understand what that’s like. There’s a whole world going on around me, I’m aware of that. It’s not because I don’t want to look at you. It’s that I don’t want to be seen.
Jonathan Lethem, You Don’t Love Me Yet (via splitterherzen)

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People who have monsters recognize each other. They know each other without even saying a word.
Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Last Night I Sang To The Monster (via splitterherzen)

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Love Food? This blog is for you.
I can’t say how every time I ever put my arms around you I felt that I was home.
Ernest Hemingway, in a love letter to Marlene Dietrich (via girlinlondon)

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