But Then Youre Lying In The Wreckage And You Reach Down And Feel For Your Legs, Theyre Still There, And

…but then you’re lying in the wreckage and you reach down and feel for your legs, they’re still there, and both your arms and your skull is in one piece. You can still see and hear and realise you can stand up. And that’s what you do. You stand up and you catch your breath and you stagger away.

Us - David Nicholls (via wholesomeobsessive)

Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed In one self place, for where we are is hell, And where hell is must we ever be

Christopher Marlowe, Dr. Faustus (via wholesomeobsessive)

Hannah, on the contrary, demanded no respect, only flattery. If her admirers only told her that she was an angel, she would let them treat her like an idiot.

Shirley by Charlotte Bronte (via f-ckyeahthebrontesisters)

And he’s a mumbler, a swallower of words.  Despite spending the last six years in a perfectly nice part of Berkshire, he speaks in a bored cockney drawl because God forbid anyone should think his father has done well or worked hard, God forbid anyone should think that he’s comfortable and cared for and loved, loved equally by both his parents even if he only seems to desire and require the attentions of one. In short, my son makes me feel like his step-father. I have had some experience of unrequited love in the past and that was no picnic, I can tell you.  But the unrequited love of one’s only living offspring has its own particular slow acid burn.

Us by David Nicholls (via wholesomeobsessive)

Why, this is hell and nor am I out of it

Mephistopheles - Christopher Marlowe’s ‘Dr Faustus’ (via wholesomeobsessive)

Comet in Moominland by Tove Jansson