otp: we live and breathe words

We live and breathe words. …. It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them. Reading your words, what you wrote, how you were lonely sometimes and afraid, but always brave; the way you saw the world, its colors and textures and sounds, I felt–I felt the way you thought, hoped, felt, dreamt. I felt I was dreaming and thinking and feeling with you. I dreamed what you dreamed, wanted what you wanted–and then I realized that truly I just wanted you.
—  Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

In the story of Patroclus
no one survives, not even Achilles
who was nearly a god.
Patroclus resembled him; they wore
the same armor.

Always in these friendships
one serves the other, one is less than the other:
the hierarchy
is always apparent, though the legends
cannot be trusted-
their source is the survivor,
the one who has been abandoned.


What were the Greek ships on fire
compared to this loss?


In his tent, Achilles
grieved with his whole being
and the gods saw


he was a man already dead, a victim
of the part that loved
the part that was normal.

—  the triumph of achilles, by louise gluck
You and I, Tess, we’re alike. We live and breathe words. It was books that kept me from taking my own life after I thought I could never love anyone, never be loved by anyone again. It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them. Reading your words, what you wrote, how you were lonely sometimes and afraid, but always brave; the way you saw the world, its colors and textures and sounds, I felt—I felt the way you thought, hoped, felt, dreamed. I felt I was dreaming and thinking and feeling with you. I dreamed what you dreamed, wanted what you wanted—and then I realized that truly I just wanted you. The girl behind the scrawled letters. I loved you from the moment I read them. I love you still.
—  Clockwork Prince

breathing in your dust by togetherwecouldbealright || 6.7k || [ao3]

“Must be fate,” Harry jokes, rolling his eyes and Louis’ face softens as he nods in agreement.

“Well Harry, we are soulmates after all,” Louis reminds as if he thinks Harry might’ve forgotten, even as his hand is still stuck to the wall. 

AU where Harry doesn’t believe in soulmates despite living in a world where soulmates and fate are key words. Louis is just a boy he meets but at the same time, he’s so much more.

if everything seems hopeless, just take one day at a time. and if one day is too much, take one hour at a time. and if one hour is too much, take one minute at a time.  if everything seems hopeless, just take one day at a time. and if one day is too much, take one hour at a time. and if one hour is too much, take one minute at a time.  if everything seems hopeless, just take one day at a time. and if one day is too much, take one hour at a time. and if one hour is too much, take one minute at a time.  if everything seems hopeless, just take one day at a time. and if one day is too much, take one hour at a time. and if one hour is too much, take one minute at a time. 

  • Will: You and I, Tess, we're alike. We live and breathe words.
  • Me: Will Herondale was saved by books.
  • Me: Will Herondale lives and breathes words.
  • Me: Therefore Will Herondale understands me.
  • Me: I live and breathe words and books have saved me and asdfghjkl YOU AND I, WILL, WE'RE ALIKE
  • Me: *sobs uncontrollably* CASSIE WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME

You know if you think about it, it’s kind of ridiculous how much of an impact books have on us.

I mean a book is technically just a stack of paper.
With words printed on each page.
That’s all it is.

Yet they have the power to pull us into a different world. A world where everything is possible. We experience things we can’t anywhere else. Beautiful, magical things. And that simple stack of paper becomes a part of us. 

Something we can’t ever erase.

15:38, 29-11-15

I think it’s beautiful how words can have such a huge impact on people. Tiny markings can make or break us. They tell us stories and hopes and dreams and the way someone’s mind works.

I think words are what made me who I am today. I read in a book once, we live and breathe words, and I keep thinking how that couldn’t be more right. I live my life withing the pages of books and the lyrics of songs and the verses of poetry that fill my mind. I live my life through art, and these are what make up my favourite pieces of art.

And I think anyone who reads books will understand that quote about readers living a thousand lives, because we have. We’ve seen heroes and villains and love and loss and hope and demise and trust and betrayal in a million different ways from a million different perspectives. We’ve fallen in love with beings made entirely of w o r d s. We followed their stories and rejoiced in their successes and cried though their losses.

I think words are

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We live and breathe words. …. It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them. Reading your words, what you wrote, how you were lonely sometimes and afraid, but always brave; the way you saw the world, its colors and textures and sounds, I felt–I felt the way you thought, hoped, felt, dreamt. I felt I was dreaming and thinking and feeling with you. I dreamed what you dreamed, wanted what you wanted–and then I realized that truly I just wanted you.”

It's not "just a book"...
  • Me: *trying to explain what the hell I'm feeling over the ending of CP2 and the turmoil stirring between our overjoyed and heart-broken halves of the fandom*
  • Mom: Don't worry you guys will get over it. Another book will come along..
  • Me: ... *walks out of the room*
  • Mom: Where are you going?
  • Me: *thinking* even I wouldn't be bold enough to ask that question after what you just said..