I thought about how love was always the thing that did that - smashed into you, left you raw. The deeper you loved, the deeper it hurt.
— Wally Lamb, She’s Come Undone (via larmoyante)
What I hate is ignorance, smallness of imagination, the eye that sees no farther than its own lashes. All things are possible. Who you are is limited only by who you think you are.
— Egyptian Book of the Dead (via peachical)