WILD LION

Once I was a genius, now I am myself.

dullyouth:

i think we’re all beautiful little souls wrapped up in flesh cages but then maybe people wouldn’t really appreciate the history if we didn’t have bodies like scars and scabs and sores and broken bones tell stories of their own, we’re all just so worn

(via neck----kisses)

A bouquet of clumsy words: you know that place between sleep and awake where you’re still dreaming but it’s slowly slipping? I wish we could feel like that more often. I also wish I could click my fingers three times and be transported to anywhere I like. I wish that people didn’t always say ‘just wondering’ when you both know there was a real reason behind them asking. And I wish I could get lost in the stars.

Listen, there’s a hell of a good universe next door, let’s go.

—E.E. Cummings (via wordsthat-speak)

(via wordsthat-speak)

And I realize that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it’s all in my mind.

—Jack Kerouac, Lonesome Traveler (via pyur)

(Source: requiemforthepast, via teachingliteracy)

megmeetsworld:

I walked home alone that night. I didn’t care how she got home; it was weird. I mean, I liked her. I liked her a lot. But out there on the field … it was just different then.
That was the last time I saw her.
— The Virgin Suicides (1999)

megmeetsworld:

I walked home alone that night. I didn’t care how she got home; it was weird. I mean, I liked her. I liked her a lot. But out there on the field … it was just different then.

That was the last time I saw her.

— The Virgin Suicides (1999)

(Source: filmfuck)