My life is routine. I wake up early in the morning. I brush my teeth. I sit on the floor of the cell I do not go to breakfast. I stare at a gray cement wall. I keep my legs crossed my back straight my eyes forward. I take deep breaths in and out, in and out, and I try not to move. I sit for as long as I can I sit until everything hurts I sit until everything stops hurting I sit until I lose myself in the gray wall I sit until my mind becomes as blank as the gray wall. I sit and I stare and I breathe. I sit and I stare. I breathe.
James Frey, My Friend Leonard (via incisio)

The best way to keep a secret is to tell it to everyone you know, but pretend that you’re kidding.
Lemony Snicket (via in-fineum)

(Source: novatica, via vapous)

A library is infinity under a roof.
Gail Carson Levine (via incisio)

(via vapous)

Inner beauty, too, needs occasionally to be told it is beautiful.
Robert Brault (via creatingaquietmind)

(via feelfearless)

Yes, death. Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no to-morrow. To forget time, to forget life, to be at peace. You can help me. You can open for me the portals of death’s house, for love is always with you, and love is stronger than death is.
Oscar Wilde (via kingsrow)