To live is to be marked. To live is to change, to acquire the words of a story, and that is the only celebration we mortals really know. In perfect stillness, frankly, I’ve only found sorrow.
The Poisonwood Bible, Barbara Kingsolver (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)tathagata asked: Wooord bitch
Wasuuuppppppp.
See, this is more fun than fb, I feel far more pretentious.










