#delirium

Food for the body, milk for your bones, ice for the bleeding, a belly of stones. ↗

— A folklore blessing

#food

They haven't killed us yet," I say, and I imagine that one day I will fly a plane over Portland, over Rochester, over every fenced-in city in the whole country, and I will bomb and bomb and bomb, and watch all their buildings smoldering to dust, and all those people melting and bleeding into flame, and I will see how they like it. If you take, we will take back. Steal from us, and we will rob you blind. When you squeeze, we will hit. This is the way the world is made now. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#lauren-oliver #lena #pandemonium #wilds #imagination

One of the strangest things about life is that it will chug on, blind and oblivious, even as your private world - your little carved out sphere - is twisting and morphing, even breaking apart. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#lauren-oliver #life

His eyes are blazing with light, more light than all the lights in every city in the whole world, more light than we could ever invent if we had ten thousand billion years. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#delirium #lena #love #romance #love

The idea—the fact of it, the fact that he even noticed and thought about me for more than one second—is huge and overwhelming, makes my legs go tingly and my hands feel numb. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#delirium #lauren-oliver #lena #love #love

An immense body, encircling my delirium, a body made of wind and sunlight, crouching and stretching, encompassed the existence of the slightest human echo. ↗

— Joë Bousquet

#echo #surrealism #surreal

Nothing has ever been so painful or delicious as being so close to him and being unable to do anything about it: like eating ice cream so fast on a hot day you get a splitting headache. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#delirium #lena #love #romance #love

The walls are covered -crammed- with writing. No. Not writing. They are covered with a single four-letter word that has been inscribed over and over, on every available surface. Love. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#love

Everywhere he touches is fire. My whole body is burning up, the two of us becoming twin points of the same bright white flame. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#burning-up #delirium #fire #lauren-oliver #lena-holloway

Lord, help us root our feet to the earth And our eyes to the road And always remember the fallen angels Who, attempting to soar, Were seared instead by the sun and, wings melting, Came crashing back to the sea. Lord, help root my eyes to the earth And stay my eyes to the road So I may never stumble. -Psalm 24 (From "Prayer and Study," The Book of Shhh) ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#guidance #help #hope #lauren-oliver #love