Enough living life so monotonously. Stay with me, will you, dear? I will put you into a Shakespearean tragedy, feel what it is like to be a part of a written book. I will read to you the sonnets on your fingertips, the pages on the costal cartilages of your ribcage. I will dedicate…
“If ever there is a tomorrow when we’re not together, there is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even if we’re apart, I’ll always be with you.”—Winnie the Pooh (via everyday-inspiration)
“Now behind the eyes and secrets of the dreamers in the streets rocked to sleep by the sea, see the
titbits and topsyturvies, bobs and buttontops, bags and bones, ash and rind and dandruff and nailparings, saliva and snowflakes and moulted feathers of dreams, the wrecks and sprats and shells and fishbones, whalejuice and moonshine and small salt fry dished up by the hidden sea.”—Dylan Thomas, Under Milk Wood (via thebirthdayletters)
“… lying on his back in the unbaled water, among crabs’ legs and tangled lines, looks up at the spring sky.
I don’t know who’s up there and I don’t care.”—Dylan Thomas, Under Milk Wood (via thebirthdayletters)
stay still. perched atop the crow’s nest battered by the frothing waves, and you can see everything your eye’s will allow you to see. the world is not ending, i have proof plastered on my palms, i’ve got roots dangling out of my socks because i only want to stay put and reassure you that we are…
“You tell me that everything has a time limit on it; friendships, days, moments, love. Everything is limited, you say, so we might as well rush, run. Because it’s all going to end anyway, right? So I started to notice the time stamps painted on your hands, the calendars written all over your heart. I started to wonder, how much time do we have left? How many more held hands, secrets, inside jokes, i love you’s? How many more?”—(via iamnocturnal)