A revival that shivers across your skin.
I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches and every word he says. I love all his looks, and all his actions and him entirely and all together.
Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights (via threecheersforthisyear)
“Everything is nothing, with a twist.” - Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughter-house Five
I know you think this world is too dark to even dream in color,
but I’ve seen flowers bloom at midnight.
I’ve seen kites fly in gray skies
and they were real close to looking like the sunrise,
and sometime it takes the most wounded wings
the most broken things
to notice how strong the breeze is,
how precious the flight.
Andrea Gibson, “The Moon is a Kite” (via larmoyante)