It’s like this … All your life you’re yellow. Then one day you brush up against something blue, the barest touch, and voila, the rest of your life you’re green.
— Tess Callahan (via weaverofstars)
Wednesday April 10th // (Source: apoetreflects, via campbelltoe)
It’s just that I feel so sad these wonderful nights. I sort of feel they’re never coming again, and I’m not really getting all I could out of them.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via londonlily)
Wednesday April 10th // (Source: ckgarden, via londonlily)
