"After all this time?"
"Always."

I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, “This is what it is to be happy.”

Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via sylphism)

(Source: sad-plath)

the-problematique:

S+C by wemby on Flickr.

You are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing.

E.E. Cummings  (via selflessheart)

(Source: rabbitinthemoon)

nevver:

In the sea

I love how behind every single window, there is a different person who has a story that we know nothing about and I sometimes forget that my life isn’t the only life in the world

Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.

The Little Prince  (via noangs)

(Source: psych-facts)

She was laughing even as we kissed and kissed again. There is no better taste than someone else’s laughter in your mouth.

(via 5ft1)

(Source: parachute3s)