“I take her hand under the gray-blue sky and I’m home.”

_Holding Up The Universe by Jennifer Niven_

And I know I said earlier that he was perfect but he wasn’t perfect, far from it; he could be silly and vain and remote

They too, knew this beautiful and harrowing landscape; they’d had the same experience of looking up from their books

[...] And the nights, bigger than imagining: black and gusty and enormous, disordered and wild with stars.

all i ever do is procrastinate by yearning for hours and live on ridiculous amounts of shakespeare and lana del rey references,...

And like the moon we must go through phases of emptiness to feel full again.


if you’re supposed catch more flies with honey, what does it mean that I catch gnats with sliced-up peaches? or that my