captainemmarica:

nothing compares to that feeling when you discover a new book and it just consumes your life and you literally want to eat and breathe this book and when it’s over you think about it for days and days and the idea of reading a new book repulses you because all you can think about is the flawlessness that was the book that you just read.

Why does even the best person hold back something from another? Why not say directly what we feel if we know that what we entrust won’t be scattered to the winds? As it is, everyone looks much tougher than he really is, as if he felt it’d be an insult to his feeling if he expressed them too readily.

Fyodor Dostoevsky, from White Nights (via violentwavesofemotion)

Being the Cool Girl means I am a hot, brilliant, funny woman who adores football, poker, dirty jokes, and burping, who plays video games, drinks cheap beer, loves threesomes and anal sex[…]Cool Girls never get angry; they only smile in a chagrined, loving manner and let their men do whatever they want. “Go ahead, shit on me, I don’t mind, I’m the Cool Girl.”

Men actually think this girl exists. Maybe they’re fooled because so many women are willing to pretend to be this girl. For a long time Cool Girl offended me. I used to see men — friends, coworkers, strangers — giddy over these awful pretender women, and I’d want to sit these men down and calmly say: You are not dating a woman, you are dating a woman who has watching too many movies written by socially awkward men who like to believe this woman exists and might kiss them.

Gone Girl, Gillian Flynn (via missespeon)

(via nodamncatnodamncradle)

Because I decided on you, don’t you get that? I decided on you. I don’t want to go fucking other guys and then walk around feeling thrilled and then sad or empty or whatever. I like the smell of your hair and I like the sound of your voice and I fucking decided on you.

Girls, HBO   (via unlively)