That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.
F. Scott Fitzgerald (The Great Gatsby)
I don’t want to let you go, but it hurts my hands to hold the ropeThe haunting opening lyrics in “Sink” by Brand new, off the album Daisy (2009)
I want to take you by the hand and lead you astray. Corrupt you with kisses and slide my hand under your skirt.Michael Faudet (via catherinejenks)
"We all could be happy and fulfilled if we only had the guts to be truly free and the wisdom to shrink our egos and quit taking ourselves so damn seriously."
Whoever I date next better be ready to be treated like absolute gold. I have so much love that I’ve been waiting to give its ridiculous