A message from Anonymous
I've succumb to a sentimental hour, or a better way of putting it, my heart seems to be pumping a pink dawn of blood through me. Love is comprised of so many things, but in the hours when it feels and exists simply, the body feels more limber, the conscience refreshed. And it isn't even necessary to say anything! One shouldn't say anything. But give that immanent shout, what a funny thing it is to live, and I'm alive!
"That’s why she’s in love with you, you know… There were a lot of other boys, but they didn’t scare her. She rather frightened them, I think. You’re very different. But I think you frightened her, and that’s why she likes you."
Aurelia Plath, Sylvia (via mythofdevotion)
"I could picture hundreds and hundreds of boys living on the wrong sides of cities, boys with black eyes who jumped at their own shadows. Hundreds of boys who maybe watched sunsets and looked at stars and ached for something better."
The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton (via wellconstructedsentences)
"A leader is best when people barely know he exists, when his work is done, his aim fulfilled, they will say: we did it ourselves."
Lao Tzu (via wellconstructedsentences)
"Nothing can wear you out like caring about people."
S.E. Hinton (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
"your head is a living forest full of song birds"
e.e. cummings (via shiksa-bitch)