Cecelia Ahern, Thanks for the Memories
|—||C.S. Lewis (via observando)|
the ideal burns in you like a fever.
Or not like a fever, like a second heart.
|—||Louise Glück, October (Averno)|
“Who the fuck brings a heart… to a knife fight?”
that devours everything
and it is the only part of you
that knows how ask for more.
Hunter S. Thompson, Hell’s Angels
|—||Kahlil Gibran (via mirroir)|
It used to always drive me crazy that you weren’t an organ donor. Now, I take a strange sort of comfort in knowing that your heart will never beat in someone else.
|—||Jorge Luis Borges (via loveage-moondream)|
And what else can I do but laugh.
|—||E. Y. Harburg (via my-dark-star)|
|—||Franz Kafka (via moonandmoon)|
Katherine Center, Everyone is Beautiful