August 2012
have you ever thought about how many people think about you? it’s so bizarre. imagine someone, out of the blue, thinking of your face. something happens; they remember you. your favorite song, how you dress, the way you talk, the look in your eyes when you are happy. they remember that about you, even if you haven’t seen each other in years. everything in life is a reminder of a person, a place, a moment. you may think you’ve forgotten, but you haven’t.
“We travel for romance, we travel for architecture, and we travel to be lost.”
-Ray Bradbury (via lavenderdays)
“Find someone who will tremble for your touch, someone whose fingers are a poem.”
—Janet Fitch (via psilolysergicamine)
“That which you mistake for madness is but an overacuteness of the senses.”
—Edgar Allan Poe (via ileu)
i feel like i am made of ink.
and i’m trying to fall in love with someone made of paper,
without leaving a mark.
