"After all this time?"
"Always."

Sometimes the sky is so big and I feel so little… Why is it worse at night, when I have such a desire to communicate and no language with which to form the words?

Sandra Cisneros, from “Never Marry a Mexican,” Woman Hollering Creek (via lifeinpoetry) —

How odd, I can have all this inside me
and to you it’s just words.

David Foster Wallace , The Pale King (via thegirlwiththelittlecurl)

(Source: wordsnquotes)

nevver:

Walking the line

All grown-ups were once children… but only few of them remember it.

The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
(via blua) —

me: what are taxes and how do I pay them?
school system: worry not
school system: mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell
contramonte:

anothertravelblogorwhatever:
View of Rome and St. Peter’s dome from the top of the Spanish Steps.
(Seriously, go to the steps EARLY. Like, before the sun comes up. There will be no one there.)
Piazza di Spagna, Rome

I lay and cried, and began to feel again, to admit I was human, vulnerable, sensitive.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via viviling) —

My heart talks about nothing but you.

Albert Camus, The Just (via petrichour)

(Source: violentwavesofemotion)

Your assumptions are your windows on the world. Scrub them off every once in a while, or the light won’t come in.

Isaac Asimov   (via coldaslt)

(Source: whyallcaps.us)

I want to change my punctuation. I long for exclamation marks, but I’m drowning in ellipses.

Isaac Marion, from Warm Bodies  (via youngfolksociety)

(Source: ughpsh)