If she doesn’t scare the hell out of you a little, she’s not the one.
― (via aintitjessjess)
I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.
Time that withers you will wither me. We will fall like ripe fruit and roll down the grass together. Dear friend, let me lie beside you watching the clouds until the earth covers us and we are gone.
― Jeanette Winterson (via observando)