#quotes

‘we virgo-types need to relax or we will clench our jaws right off’

“A towel, [The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy] says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have. Partly it has great practical value. You can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapors; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a miniraft down the slow heavy River Moth; wet it for use in hand-to-hand-combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (such a mind-boggingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can’t see it, it can’t see you); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough.” ― Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy

📌 Be not afraid of growing slowly; be afraid only of standing still 🕵️‍♀️

My life got so sexualized I actually started wearing clothes to bed.

The smile on his face, the way he’s teasing Lia–Dean was healing. Each day we were together, the barriers came down a little. Each day, he inched out of the shadows and became a little more himself. I wanted that for him. I didn’t want him thinking about the fact that my mother was a victim. I didn’t want him thinking about the fact that his father was a killer. I wanted to hold on to that smile. -Cassie Hobbes

“We hate pottery up in here. All my homies hate pottery.” The Librarian, 2026

Eli 🥁🪇 https://www.jttlp.com/2024/06/15148-eli.html

Io non lo so come si campa senza qualcuno che mi rassicura e mi dice che sto a fà bene

When I was twelve, thirteen, fourteen years old, I had prayed every night that someone would find my mother, that the police would be proven wrong, that somehow, despite the evidence, despite the amount of blood she’d lost, she’d turn up. Alive. Eventually, I had stopped hoping and started praying that the authorities would find my mother’s body. I had imagined being called in to identify remains. I’d imagined saying goodbye. I had imagined burying her. I hadn’t imagined this. “They’re sure it’s her?” I asked, my voice small, but steady. My father and I were sitting on opposite sides of a porch swing, just the two of us, the closest thing to privacy Nonna’s house could afford. -Cassie Hobbes

a quote I keep saying is “ In a world of somebodies, I am nobody. ” I made it up. Does it sound poetic or what

Every inch of moist bruise in my memory is a slow-growing damp forest. ˘˘˘

I’m going to make everything around me beautiful - that will be my life. Elsie de Wolfe

ALT Charles Baudelaire, Hymn to Beauty The Flowers of Evil, tr. William Ageler Originally published 1857

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“I ought to tell you,” he continued, “that obsessing over this case won’t make it hurt any less.” “But you won’t,” I said You know what it’s like to have your world torn apart. You know what it’s like to wake up each day to the awareness that the monster who tore it apart is still out there, free to do it again. -All In

Contigo las promesas no se pueden quebrantar. — En tu memoria .

Being easily freaked out comes with its own special skill set: you develop subtle tricks to work around it, make sure people don’t notice. Pretty soon, if you’re a fast learner, you can get through the day looking almost exactly like a normal human being. Tana French, The Likeness