April 2011
292 posts
“And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.”
– Stephen Chbosky (The Perks of Being a Wallflower)
“He stretched out his hand desperately as if to snatch only a wisp of air, to...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby (via moldavia)
The colors of the morning are inside your eyes...
“I see you everywhere, in the stars, in the river, to me you’re everything that...”
– Virginia Woolf, Night And Day (via mooncafe)
