Birds born in a cage think flying is an illness
"All I’m saying is that there is more to life than the main story. Check out the notes in the margins because maybe they’re even more important.”
— Isabelle Rowan (via observando)
"You have a place in my heart no one else ever could have.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Ice Palace (via rainmoth)
"I am afraid of getting older. I am afraid of getting married. Spare me from cooking three meals a day—spare me from the relentless cage of routine and rote. I want to be free… I want, I want to think, to be omniscient.”
— Sylvia Plath written in 1949 at age 17.   (via blackbruise)


being homosexual or bisexual isn’t disgusting. but you know what is disgusting? when a man finds it ok for two girls to be making out or something of the sort just because it makes his dick hard, but when its two girls or, god forbid, two men that are in an actual, well-founded relationship and in love, the man finds that disturbing and immoral and wrong. now thats disgusting.

"I like to watch people. Sometimes I ride the subway all day and look at them and listen to them. I just want to figure out who they are and what they want and where they’re going.”
Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451  (via audrotas)
"Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?”
— Danielle LaPorte (via alemsy)
"But why do I notice everything? She thought. Why must I think? She did not want to think. She wanted to force her mind to become a blank and lie back, and accept quietly, tolerantly, whatever came.”
— Virginia Woolf, from The Years (via fuks)
Anonymous asked: are you okay with answering some personal questions? giving support?

Depends on the question but I’m willing to answer most of your questions I guess! Giving support and advice.. Always willing to do that, you can message me about everything you want and I’ll try to help! x

"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets (via wordsnquotes)