What a frightening thing is the human, a mass of gauges and dials and registers,...– john steinbeck, the winter of our discontent
There is a tide in the affairs of men. Which, taken at the flood, leads on to...– william shakespeare, julius caesar
i think i like planets more than i do the majority of human beings. poor little earth, having to harbour all of these douche bag little inhabitants.
autumnfires: The skies exploded red, green, and blue. Each pop cracking against my bedroom window until my ear drums shook awake. So loud that the cars went off in the quiet streets and all I kept thinking about was how your palm would feel against my own; standing in front of the paint samples of Home Depot and how nothing—not even the fireworks—were louder than the way you would say my name.
“Think how you love me,’ she whispered. ‘I don’t ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember.’ You’ll always be like this to me.’ Oh no; but promise me you’ll remember.’ Her tears were falling. ‘I’ll be different, but somewhere lost inside me there’ll always be the person I am tonight.” -F. Scott Fitzgerlad,...