(Source: italdred, via delightfullyfetching)
(Source: hernameischristine, via faiblesses)
"So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I’m still trying to figure out how that could be."
The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via togetherwiththesundown)
(Source: butlovejustnevershowed, via togetherwiththesundown)
(Source: franklyfuddled)
"I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you."
Jack Kerouac, On the Road (via honeyforthehomeless)
(via libraryland)
"Poor child, telling everything to a stranger, I wanted to build walls around him, I wanted to separate inside from outside, I wanted to give him an infinitely long blank book and the rest of time. It wasn’t what I wanted, but if it was necessary, it was worth it, anything would have been. I wanted to touch him, to tell him that even if everyone left everyone, I would never leave him, he talked and talked, his words fell through him, trying to find the floor of his sadness."
Jonathan Safran Foer (via troubled)
(via paper-trees)
