Reading was like an addiction; I read while I ate, on the train, in bed until late at night, in school, where I’d keep the book hidden so I could read during class. Before long I bought a small stereo and spent all my time in my room, listening to jazz records. But I had almost no desire to talk to anyone about the experience I gained through books and music. I felt happy just being me and no one else. In that sense I could be called a stack-up loner.
—Haruki Murakami (via booksandhotchocolate)
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“Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. Make it your strength. Then it can never be your weakness. Armor yourself in it, and it will never be used to hurt you.” - A Game of Thrones (George R.R. Martin)
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A great fire burns within me, but no one stops to warm themselves at it, and passers-by only see a wisp of smoke.
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I’m gonna be one of those people who gets killed by a stack of books falling on them in their home, I swear.
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No person is your friend who demands your silence, or denies your right to grow.
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