September 2012
She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful.
– Neil Gaiman (via fawnes)
What will the cold bring
and will your hands remember
to warm mine again?
– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
But I don’t want comfort. I want poetry. I want danger. I want freedom. I want...
– Aldous Huxley, Brave New World (via kiaorabitches)
One day, you’re 17 and you’re planning for someday. And then quietly, without...
– (via time-freeze)