There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no...– Jane Austen (Northanger Abbey)
Someday, somewhere, somehow, me and you.– Joshua D. Richardson (via kari-shma)
To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung...– C.S. Lewis (The Four Loves)
dictionaryofobscuresorrows: n. the crushing sense that the future is arriving ahead of schedule, that all those years with fanciful names like “2011” are bursting from their hypothetical cages into the arena of the present, furiously bucking the grip of your expectations while you lean and slip in your saddle, one hand reaching for reins, the other waving up high like a schoolkid who finally...
Stars are beautiful, but they may not take an active part in anything, they must...– J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan (via monstrueux)
hippogoddess: I Will Follow You Into The Dark -...
The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.– E.E Cummings (via quote-book)