“And when you laugh I swear the storm inside me calms”

— 11 pm (via thyartsmurder)

“Will you love me in December as you do in May?”

— Jack Kerouac, The Town and the City  (via amargedom)

“I am tired of being human. And angry at feeling so much love. Some days I am angry just to be alive.”

— Clarice Lispector, from “Excess and Privation,” Selected Cronicas 

“I’m a master of speaking silently—all my life I’ve spoken silently and I’ve lived through entire tragedies in silence.”

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, from The Meek One (via aryasnow)

“Her heart was made of liquid sunsets.”

— Virginia Woolf  (via seulray)

“Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, For I would ride with you
upon the wind, Run on the top of the dishevelled tide, And dance
upon the mountains like a flame.”

— William Butler Yeats, The Land of Heart’s Desire 
(via alteringminds)

“So avoid using the word ‘very’ because it’s lazy. A man is not very tired, he is exhausted. Don’t use very sad, use morose. Language was invented for one reason, boys - to woo women - and, in that endeavor, laziness will not do. It also won’t do in your essays.”

— John Keating, Dead Poet’s Society (via safeguards)

“But how can I explain them that
I don’t want to be a stargazer,
but a galaxy;
not a poet,
but a poem”

— you can’t (via thragedy)

“The hours between 12am and 6am
have a funny habit of making you feel
like you’re either on top of the world,
or under it.”

— Beau Taplin || the hours between.  (via afadthatlastsforever)

“Nobody is perfect until you fall in love with them.”

— (via bedtime–thoughtz)