It is no surprise to me that hardly anyone tells the truth about how they feel. The smart ones keep themselves to themselves for good reason. Why would you want to tell anyone anything that’s dear to you? Even when you like them and want nothing more than to be closer than close to them? It’s so painful to be next to someone you feel strongly about and know you can’t say the things you want to.
I want something else. I’m not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it’s drenched in sunlight and it’s weightless and I know it’s not cheap. It’s probably not even real.
Mark Z. Danielewski, “House of Leaves”(via tellmefive)
Circumstances are the rulers of the weak; they are but the instruments of the wise.
The truth is, I pretend to be a cynic, but I am really a dreamer who is terrified of wanting something she may never get.