Coin Operated Girl
"It was as if my father had given me, by way of temperament, an impossibly wild, dark, and unbroken horse. It was a horse without a name, and a horse with no experience of a bit between its teeth. My mother taught me to gentle it; gave me the discipline and love to break it; and- as Alexander had known so intuitively with Bucephalus- she understood, and taught me, that the beast was best handled by turning it toward the sun.""But you can’t give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they’re strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. That’s how you’ll end up, Mr. Bell. If you let yourself love a wild thing. You’ll end up looking at the sky."
Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s (via erraticintrovert)
(Source: mybookhaul)
Never gets old
Gods at War
‘Gods at War’ is a very intellectual and eye-opening book. Kyle Idleman addresses what he says is not an issue, but the issue. He argues that we, in this modern day society, face some of the largest forms of idolatry yet. We think that idolatry is strictly an old testament issue but today we face the gods of sex, entertainment, money, power, etc. God is not in a hierarchy to compete against these other gods. He takes precedence, he is I Am.
I love his analogies, his real-life examples, his comical footnotes, and the barcodes for songs that you can scan easily on your iPhone and take a listen to. His insights are beautiful. They cause an uncomfortable discrepancy that I need in my life to realize that all the symptoms of what I do really stem from my heart and which god is winning. I would recommend this book and indeed have recommended it to others because it was an amazing read!
I received a free copy of this book from BookSneeze in exchange for my honest review of the book.
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The longest embrace, time stands still to watch us too. Because together, we are beautiful, pale and freckled, brave and intrigued, curious and adventurous. You make me feel at home.
"You know what’s wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You’re chicken, you’ve got no guts. You’re afraid to stick out your chin and say, “Okay, life’s a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that’s the only chance anybody’s got for real happiness.” You call yourself a free spirit, a “wild thing,” and you’re terrified somebody’s gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you’re already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it’s not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It’s wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself."
Paul Varjak Breakfast At Tiffanys
"I wonder how many people I’ve looked at all my life and never seen."
John Steinbeck, Winter of Our Discontent (via girlwithoutwings)
(Source: quote-book)
We all carry these things inside that no one else can see.
They hold us down like anchors. They drown us out at sea.
Seven hours at school on a Sunday is never okay.
Why do I only manage to wake up early when I DON’T have anything to do?
If you ever leave me baby, leave some morphine at my door.
Wasted
Thoughts.
Feelings.
Hopes.
All on you. And it’s days like these I truly believe I’m not capable of loving at all.
"You keep on talking but it makes no sense at all
You try to fake it but you’re breaking every rule
Right from the start you’ve always made me feel a fool
The guilt you hide will come between us after all"
Nero
Back then.
I was holding you tightly, we were sprawled out on my princess bedspread, eating snacks and catching up on our latest TV series. Not a care in the world. Then I thought about it, I thought about the possibility that I might not hold you like that again. I thought about not being able to be lazy with you, run for a sundae, and make bets with our Skipbo deck. I thought about it all ending, up in the air, with you so far away. I thought about not seeing you again, not loving you again. Not like that. Then I shrugged it off, it seemed an impossibility.
Look at me now.
