March 2012
47 posts
wordsarewordsarewords:
i keep going back to that night in the airport thinking about how much i didn’t want to say goodbye but trying to hide my sorrow so it wouldn’t reflect in your eyes i don’t think i’ve ever been that sad and it’s funny because we’ve only know each other for such a small amount of time but i feel like i’ve known you my entire life i can say goodbye to friends i’ve had...
“I was something that lay under the sun and felt it, like the pumpkins, and I did...”
– Willa Cather, My Antonia (via misswallflower)
clistoffer:
All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king.
-J.R.R Tolkien
