Isn't it pretty?

The official unofficial Nick Miller fan page.
What’s your plan?”
“To make no plans for a long while.

natalielovestea:

I’ve just finished reading Isn’t It Pretty To Think So by Nick Miller and my goodness it is one stunning read. 

Definitely my new favourite book. Just beautiful. I want to read it all over again immediately. My heart is actually aching. I can’t remember the last time I invested in characters in a book and felt emotional when I reached the end. 

Just wow. 

I’m not mean enough to be nice.

nickmiller:

Dirty pup to clean pup

I can’t open myself up without falling in love with every person I like. There’s too much pain in that. So I stay closed.
I heard you quit drinking."
“Yeah, unless you want to drink with me tonight.
What kind of person actually likes people?

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…I’m someone who’s mostly dead inside but still has a little hope for something extraordinary, which, as I said, is the worst breed of human, because it means I know everything is bullshit, but that I secretly hope for the day when it might not be.

Nick Miller, Isn’t It Pretty To Think So? 

"Be honest: is your book truth or fiction?" I get this question the most. Well, at the time, the line above was probably the most truthful thing I wrote in that entire book.

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The thoughts you hide from during the day will find you at night while you sleep.

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I think it was mostly truth I was after. I know now that truth is a troubling thing. You can’t drink your way to it. You can’t snort your way to it. You can’t fuck your way to it. You can’t cheat your way to it. You can’t love your way to it. You can only let it envelop you and try to make sense of it all.
Nick Miller, Isn’t It Pretty To Think So (via be-vast)

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I feel like I’m just passing through life. But then there’s this voice in my head telling me to do something, to create something, to make something, and I want to listen to it, but I don’t know how. I want to be able to say something, but I have nothing to say. I want something extraordinary, but I’m ordinary in every way—I just read books about other people and browse the lives of my Facebook friends all day.
Nick Miller, Isn’t It Pretty To Think So (via be-vast)