She lay for a considerable time looking blankly at the wall opposite, her hands clasped above her heart, and her light burning by her side. All articulate thought had long ago deserted her; her heart seemed to have grown to the size of a sun, and to illuminate her entire body, shedding like the sun a steady tide of warmth.
You like people, man? Cause I fuckin’ hate ‘em… fuck ‘em… I don’t need ‘em… All right, I need ‘em— to grow the fuckin’ potatoes.
— Jim Morrison (via myarmisnotalilactree)
Why didn’t I learn to treat everything like it was the last time. My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future.
— Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via showslow)