#pre

I could have lied. I could have fought. But desperate times call for desperate measures, so I took a chance and called upon a Gallagher Girl's weapon of last resort. I flirted ↗

— Ally Carter

#flirt #gallagher-girls #preston-winters #winter

If you desire healing, let yourself fall ill let yourself fall ill. ↗

— Rumi

#depression #healing #pain #recovery #sadness

It doesn't get better," I said. "The pain. The wounds scab over and you don't always feel like a knife is slashing through you. But when you least expect it, the pain flashes to remind you you'll never be the same. ↗

— Katie McGarry

#grief #pain #grief

Grief is depression in proportion to circumstance; depression is grief out of proportion to circumstance. ↗

— Andrew Solomon

#depression #grief #proportion #grief

All we have is now, this moment. If you live in the future, you’ll miss things, right here, right now, and you’ll regret it later. ↗

— Jessica Therrien

#future #oppression #present #william #oppression

Oppression tries to defend itself by its utility. ↗

— Simone de Beauvoir

#oppression

Where is my chance to be somebody's Peter Van Houten?' He hit the steering wheel weakly, the car honking as he cried. He leaned his head back, looking up. 'I hate myself I hate myself I hate this I hate this I disgust myself I hate it I hate it I hate it just let me fucking die. ↗

— John Green

#depressing #peter-van-houten #sad #the-fault-in-our-stars #weakness

There's a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes. ↗

— Emily Dickinson

#oppression

There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take Without oppress of toll; How frugal is the chariot That bears a human soul! ↗

— Emily Dickinson

#poetry #oppression

Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars--a cage, so peril, loneliness, an uncertain future, are not oppressive evils, so long as the frame is healthy and the faculties are employed; so long, especially, as Liberty lends us her wings, and Hope guides us by her star. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#oppression