I loved her not for the way she danced with my angels, but for the way the sound of her name could silence my demons.
— Christopher Poindexter (via odious)
You can’t just make me different and then leave.
— Looking for Alaska, John Green (via forever-and-alwayss)
This week I’ve been reading a lot and doing little work. That’s the way things ought to be. That’s surely the road to success.
— Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl (via larmoyante)
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
— Langston Hughes (via odious)
I want to kiss you so hard that you will never be able to get the taste of me out of your mouth.
— (via skwagger)