we can only sext if we roleplay as key figures from the cold war 

(via ifthatswhatyoureinto)

I can’t stand it to think my life is going so fast and I’m not really living it.
━ Ernest Hemingway (via mode-chanel)

(Source: sunst0ne, via thelightneverdims)

I didn’t even guess that I was happy.
The small irritations that are like salt
on melon were what I dwelt on,
though in truth they simply
made the fruit taste sweeter.
So we sat on the porch
in the cool morning, sipping
hot coffee. Behind the news of the day—
strikes and small wars, a fire somewhere—
I could see the top of your dark head
and thought not of public conflagrations
but of how it would feel on my bare shoulder.
If someone could stop the camera then…
if someone could only stop the camera
and ask me: are you happy?
perhaps I would have noticed
how the morning shone in the reflected
color of lilac. Yes, I might have said
and offered a steaming cup of coffee.
━ Linda Pastan, from The Happiest Day (via violentwavesofemotion)

Fair point
You had me at a point where I would’ve left the entire world behind for you.
━ 2:03am, I really loved you that much. (via yourstrulyallie)

(Source: hoetion, via d-i-a-m-o-n-dz)

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes, Awww!
━ Jack Kerouac (via wewhowander)
…all she knew of tenderness
was how much she wanted it.
━ Stephen Dunn, from Tenderness (via violentwavesofemotion)