April 2010
virginiawoolf:
aura-avis:
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over— like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
- Langston Hughes (animaginaryfriend)
“This is love, isn’t it? When you notice someone’s absence and hate that absence...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated (via thechocolatebrigade) (via paradoxicallyyours)
ireadintothings:
Out of everything in my life, writing is the only thing that makes sense to me.
edithplath:
Vampire Weekend - Oxford Comma
“when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy and cried his grief
bird by...”
– e.e. cummings (via paradoxicallyyours)
March 2010
Life is good. People are kind. The weather is...
(via heartwarming)
