Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic.– Oscar Wilde (via shedsumlight)
I think I fall a little in love with people when I catch them in small moments, when they think no one’s looking at them, when they absently twirl a strand of hair between their fingers, when they lick their thumb to turn a page in a book. There’s something beautiful about a person who is lost in a thought, or adjusting their shirt, or is scratching a phantom itch on their arm, or even someone...
I have a summer cold.
Yay, feeling like shit and not being able to breathe. And it’s 87 degrees today.
The heart has its reasons which reason knows not.– Blaise Pascal (via infinite-paradox)