People think dreams aren’t real just because they aren’t made of matter, of...– Neil Gaiman (via suzywire) (via 52hearts)
Here’s my advice. Take many deep breaths. Smell the fresh air. Drink chamomile...– Andy Behrman (via suzywire) (via southseas)
Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to...– C.S. Lewis (via booktumbling) (via omilara) (via longlivethequeen) (via atoms) (via southseas)
Why didn’t I learn to treat everything like it was the last time. My greatest...– -Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via snowflakeskiss) (via 52hearts)
Listen to many, speak to a few. – Shakespeare (via eeaysee) (via quote-book) (via littleghost) (via atoms)
it may not always be so; and i say that if your lips, which i have loved,...– (via eecummings) (via quote-book) (via adeldelion) (via atoms)
We live in a modern society. Husbands and wives don’t grow on trees, like in...– Jeffrey McDaniel (via victoryblues)
We all have the potential to fall in love a thousand times in our lifetime. It’s...– Chuck Klosterman, Killing Yourself to Live (via victoryblues)
Someone, if you’re out there, find me then wrap your arms around me. Squeeze my...– (via victoryblues)
Franz Kafka is dead. He died in a tree from which he wouldn’t come down. “Come...– Nicole Krauss (via victoryblues)
I don’t just want your heart I want your flesh, your skin and blood and...– Isobel Thrilling (via victoryblues)
You could make the tiniest, most insignificant...
52hearts: But man, do they mean the world to me. Opening my drink for me & making sure to always have a straw at hand, letting me sit by the window on any sort of transportation we ride on, sharing your current favorite songs with me and hoping I’ll fall in love with them too, letting me have the very last piece of every appetizer we share, & holding the door open just because you’re...
Clothes, of course, are not so much about who you are as who you want to be.– The New Yorker: John Seabrook in “The Invisible Designer: Helmut Lang” Thanks for pointing this story in my direction, Eden. There’s something so satisfying about reading pieces like this that treat clothing like little petite snackaroos to be admired and munched in slow, thoughtful succession....
Someone who will hold my hand when we cross the street.
And this I believe: That the free, exploring mind of the individual human is the...– - John Steinbeck, East of Eden (via hewn) (via lazybones) (via margueritatoldtom) (via iamhomeless)