What is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life.
The cure for anything is saltwater - sweat, tears, or the sea.
My heart is drumming in my chest so hard it aches, but it’s the good kind of ache, like the feeling you get on the first real day of autumn, when the air is crisp and the leaves are all flaring at the edges and the wind smells just vaguely of smoke - like the end and the beginning of something all at once.
━ Lauren Oliver,
Delirium (via
vanished)
We must be our own before we can be another’s.