I spent the rest of the day in someone else’s story. The rare moments that I put the book down, my own pain returned in burning stabs.
Amy Plum, Die for Me (via observando)
Jess C. Scott, The Darker Side of Life (via observando)
She never managed to find herself in these books no matter how hard she tried, exhuming traits from between the pages and donning them for an hour, a day, a week. We think in some ways, we have all done this our whole lives, searching for the book that will give us the keys to ourselves, let us into a wholly formed personality as though it were a furnished room to let. As though we could walk in and look around and say to the gray-haired landlady behind us, ‘We’ll take it.’
Eleanor Brown, The Weird Sisters (via observando)