"Screw poetry, it’s you I want, your taste, rain on you, mouth on your skin."
— margaret atwood (via theartofhiding)
"And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer."
— F. Scott Fitzgerald (via narcotic)
(via watsonlove)
(via violentlyher)
