It is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch me.– Sylvia Plath (via beautifulytragic)
All my life, I have been in love with the sky. Even when everything was falling...– Yoko Ono (via catfka)
i like the smell of books i like the ballet i like dancing in jazz i like how the sun sets purple i like when the sun light bright trough the holes of something i like the scent of rainy day on earth i like fireflies i like looking at the stars i like every postures of moon i like how moon reflected on the sea i like how the sea kissing the sand i like those plankton shine in the night...
Her little shoulders drove me mad; I hugged her and hugged her. And she loved...– Jack Kerouac, On the Road (via serialstranger)
introducing mon (nouveau) amant nouveau amant isnt cute. nouveau amant has lovely teeth. nouveau amant drive fast. nouveau amant has a great taste of music. nouveau amant doesnt have any tattoo. nouveau amant knows me since i was born. nouveau amant makes music. nouveau amant always cut his hair by itself. nouveau amant loves strawberry milk and beer. nouveau amant has beard....
(dream guy definition)
kind of want a bf who i can go picnic with and make mixtapes to, and go to each museums and looking at the stars and driving nowhere with cool musics, and sharing movies and books like in those movies, and doesnt mind not talking most of the time.
I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at...– Sylvia Plath (via ohfairies)
She was terrific to hold hands with. Most girls if you hold hands with them,...– J. D. Salinger, Catcher in the Rye (via darlingjustbehuman)
Why do guys all think girls with long hair are the classiest, the sweetest, the...– Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood, 1987
i really love my dashboard today full of loves and babes and happy valentine!
If you love a flower, don’t pick it up. Because if you pick it up it dies and it...– Osho (via mirroir)
I’d rather write about this world than live in it and I’d rather...– Unknown Author
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.– William Shakespeare