hey lil buddy
In a way, you are poetry material. You are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out.
|—||Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena (via kafkaesque-world)|
But I, being poor, have only my dreams. I have spread my dreams under your feet. Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.
|—||William Butler Yeats (via larmoyante)|
Everyone wants to be the sun to lighten up everyone’s life, but why not be the moon, to brighten in the darkest hour.
|—||Unknown (via perfect)|
When I pass a test that everyone else fails