you can’t put up with anything less than lovely. you spend your life running, avoiding, escaping. that quest for something pretty. a cheat. a cliché. [minolta xd-7 | 28mm | fuji superia 400 | december 2012 | quotes by chuck palahniuk's diary]
and the more she could imagine this island, the less she liked the real world. the more she could imagine the people, the less she liked any real people. it got until she didn’t belong anywhere. it got so nobody was good enough, refined enough, real enough. nothing was as real as her imagined world.
