So dream as if you’ve got fairy dust in your hands and feet as they reach out for the sky.
Because all my love for you and you believing in yourself — that’s what fairy dust is really made of. You’ve always had the first part, now you just need to supply the rest.
The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are things you get ashamed of, because words make them smaller. When they were in your head they were limitless; but when they come out they seem to be no bigger than normal things. But that’s not all. The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried; they are clues that could guide your enemies to a prize they would love to steal. It’s hard and painful for you to talk about these things … and then people just look at you strangely. They haven’t understood what you’ve said at all, or why you almost cried while you were saying it.
—Stephen King, The Body (via larmoyante)
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It’s that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that’s what the poet does.
—Allen Ginsberg (via bluesandbarebones)
Happy Birthday to one of my oldest (that is, I’ve known you the most…not that you’re old or anything) friends in the world, @mayanevangelista
You told me back in sixth grade that your favourite colour was black so I figured a birthday panda would do. Until it ate the cake I drew for you.
Love lots from Sydney!
He looked at her as if she had done something so profound and absolutely life changing by simply being there. With him and in that moment.