People wait
all week for friday,
all year for summer,
all life for happiness.
(via sensitizes)

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing
and rightdoing there is a field.
I’ll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass
the world is too full to talk about.

Rumi (via observando)



napping together is my kind of date



(Dead Poets Society, 1989)

You kiss me with your mouth wide open like you’re not afraid of swallowing poison. I taste the good and bad in you and want them both. We call this bravery.
Anita Ofokansi, Literary Sexts (via larmoyante)
You can wet the rim of a glass and run your finger around the rim and it will make a sound. This is what I feel like: this sound of glass. I feel like the word ‘shatter.’ I want to be with someone.
Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale (via larmoyante)