“There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them, and let them hurt me.”
Back to Solitude
“…and then their eyes met for the very last time. They would not see each other ever again. But still - at that very moment, she smiled.”
|—||Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close|
|—||Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close - Jonathan Safran Foer|
“When I was a lad, we had these things called MANNERS” mumbled the old bastard on the seat in front of me to his daughter standing by the staircase. “We respected our elders” continued the wrinkly old f*cker. A lesser man would’ve pointed out that this was no longer his day and he wasn’t a lad…
Lately you’ve developed a nasty habit of waking up 10 - 20 minutes before your alarm rings, and unfortunately today is no exception. You lay in bed, each minute ticking closer and closer to “wake up time” and passing on a swelling wave of ever-encroaching dread.
|—||The Sense of an Ending - Julian Barnes|
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to all you 14 year old american girls who say ‘if i had a british accent i would never stop talking’ i hope you wake up with a very strong yorkshire accent and see how you like that
fuck you my yorkshire accent shines like the light of a thousand suns i hope you get sat on by a cow
Shine bright like a Yorkshire accent.