I look upon a pinhead and I see angels dancing.

 

I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.

Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair  (via myarmisnotalilactree)

(Source: steelylaceribbon)

You deserve the kind of love you would give someone else.

#127: (February 3, 2014)

(Source: write2014)

This is the end for me, the beginning of life.

Dietrich Bonhoeffer (1906-1945)

(Source: uchinaguchi)

Being precious is for rewrites. I can rewrite anything. Writing remains a motherfucker I must be tricked into doing at all costs and at all times.

-diagonalley:

miss-darling-clementine:

simplyalexandermason:

I feel like they just conspired together…

THE WINK, THE WINK IS KILLING ME.

This is so adorable!! 

-diagonalley:

miss-darling-clementine:

simplyalexandermason:

I feel like they just conspired together…

THE WINK, THE WINK IS KILLING ME.

This is so adorable!! 

She was laughing even as we kissed and kissed again. There is no better taste than someone else’s laughter in your mouth.

(via fuckinq)

(Source: parachute3s)

levantineviper:

What country in the world besides “Israel”, (with the possible exception of the United States) can intentionally bomb a United Nations shelter housing hundreds of civilians and get away with it, and then claim the moral high ground? 

It fucking warms your heart to get a text at 3 am demanding your presence from drunks, it really does.

While looking for the light, you may suddenly be devoured by the darkness and find the true light

Jack Kerouac (via musiclyricslove)