A U B R E Y

Moths beat themselves to death against the light - adding their breeze to the summer night.

—Modest Mouse

As soon as coffee is in your stomach, there is a general commotion. Ideas begin to move…similes arise, the paper is covered. Coffee is your ally and writing ceases to be a struggle.

—Honore de Balzac (1799-1859)

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There are two sides to every war; those that are fighting one another, and those that are hopeful for one another.

—Tim, Think North (via thinknorth)

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Nothing can wear you out like caring about people.

—S.E. Hinton, That Was Then, This Is Now (via littlefoxpaws)

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Nobody can avoid falling in love. They might want to deny it, but friendship is probably the most common form of love.

—Stieg Larsson, The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet’s Nest (via proudnewsunburns)

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She tastes like nectar and salt. Nectar and salt and apples. Pollen and stars and hinges. She tastes like fairy tales. Swan maiden at midnight. Cream on the tip of a fox’s tongue. She tastes like hope.

—Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke and Bones  (via wethinkwedream)

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…We are so evil and sinful and flawed that Jesus had to die for us. We were so lost that nothing less than the death of the divine Son of God could save us. But we are so loved and valued that he was willing to die for us. The Lord of the universe loved us enough to do that! So the gospel humbles us into dust and at the very same time exalts us to the heavens. We are sinners but completely loved and accepted in Christ at the same time. He saw your heart to the bottom and loved you to the skies.

—Timothy Keller (via hollafair)

This, every single time.

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