Higher yet than the love of human beings I esteem the love of things and ghosts. This ghost that runs after you, my brother, is more beautiful than you; why do you not give it your flesh and your bones? But you are afraid.
Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra (via violentwavesofemotion)
(via elreem)
Reblog if you’ve ever yelled at a book.
Are there people who don’t reblog this?
I can only assume that the ones who haven’t aren’t reading the right books.
FUCKING BOOKS.
If it doesn’t make you mad, it’s not good enough.
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I sleep. I dream. I make up things that I would never say. I say them very quietly.
Richard Siken (via hellanne)