I’m pretty much infatuated with this one guy and have been waiting for him to come on Facebook for most of today, then when I saw him online I chickened out. I couldn’t bring myself to message him in case I did and it all went to shit. Halp.
Nice people don’t necessarily fall in love with nice people.– Jonathan Franzen, Freedom (via honeyforthehomeless)
You’re a poet. Welcome to hell.– James Wright to his son Franz, after his son wrote his first poem and sent it to him. (via boxofoctaves)
You either like me or you don’t. It took me Twenty-something years to learn how...– Daniel Franzese. (via cherrywhore)
I am so drunk right now
When I am lonely for boys it’s their bodies I miss. I study their hands lifting...– Margaret Atwood (via deer-me)
theworkofwings: “On soft Spring nights I’ll stand in the yard under the stars - Something good will come out of all things yet - And it will be golden and eternal just like that - There’s no need to say another word.” - Jack Kerouac
There is immeasurably more left inside than what comes out in words…– Fyodor Dostoevsky (via stanielsbookclub)