They tell me you are wicked and I believe them.
And having answered so I turn once more to those who sneer at this my city, and I give them back the sneer and say to them:
Come and show me another city with lifted head singing so proud to be alive and coarse and strong and cunning.
Here is a tall bold slugger set vivid against the little soft cities.
Bragging and laughing that under his wrist is the pulse, and under his ribs the heart of the people.
Carl Sandburg (x)
finally, one step closer to fall.
I didn’t want to kiss you goodbye, that was the trouble; i wanted to kiss you goodnight. and there’s a lot of difference.
Ernest Hemingway (via loving—lily)
It always struck me in years after how bizarre it was, how two people could look at one another with such tenderness and complete love, and how quickly that could dissolve into nothing but bitterness.
Hannah Harrington, Saving June (via feellng)
I JUST NEED TO BE KISSED AND CUDDLED RIGHT NOW OK I DESERVE IT IM A GOOD PERSON I RECYCLE
Watching movies in my comfy seahorse pj’s, in my comfy bed, enjoying a lazy day. :)