A person is, among all else, a material thing, easily torn and not easily mended.
Ian McEwan, Atonement (via observando)
i get anxiety because idk what will come after postmodernism
"A bow, Fergus!? She’s a lady!" - Queen Elinor, Brave.
you know when you’re reading a book and someone asks you what it’s about, it’s so frustrating trying to even begin to explain what it’s about, like how do you get them to understand an entire world that you’ve submerged yourself in, the feeling it gives you when you read it, or the love you get to feel towards fictional characters???
you just have to answer with like a really lame description that would never do it justice and it sucks
What’s actually at the end of a rainbow.