morning glory
a morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.
(Whitman)
this ecard makes me feel so understood. and justified for the things I have thrown at people historically.
“I had a dream that I was pretty, that I could fool your wild eyes. start believing that I’m witty, that I’d never compromise. the dreams before the motel room, the old tattoo I got for you—I try to wash it off my body one last time.”
— katie herzig, angels on the banks
“‘Listen,’ I told him. ‘Don’t be so tough so early in the morning. I’m sure you’ve cut plenty of people’s throats. I haven’t even had my coffee yet.’”
— Ernest Hemingway, To Have and Have Not (via exceptionallyread)
“At the end of this avenue there was an old arch and a clock-tower, with a stupid, bewildering clock, which had only one hand; and which jumped straight from one hour to the next, and was therefore always in extremes.”
—
Lady Audley’s Secret by Mary Elizabeth Braddon
just cracked opened my birthday book from my eldest sister. it’s a good night.
“losing him was blue like I’d never known, missing him was dark grey all alone, forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you’ve never met, but loving him was red.”
— t.swift did it again.
finally married to my pilot! ready for this adventure.
(Source: anundefinablefeeling, via chelle-ma-belle)
