An Ode to Love, Poetry and occassionally, Music.
She fell, she hurt, she felt. She lived. And for all the tumble of her experiences, she still had hope. Maybe this next time would do the trick. Or maybe not. But unless you stepped into the game, you would never know.
— Sarah Dessen, This Lullaby (via thresca)
(via quote-book)
I know
you and I
are not about poems or
other sentimental bullshit
but I have to tell you
even the way
you drink your coffee
knocks me the fuck out.
—(via clementinevonradics)
So you plant your own garden and
decorate your own soul, instead of waiting
for someone to bring you flowers.
—Jorge Luis Borges (via Swanfeather Songs)
(Source : quote-book)
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
