Tomorrow is always fresh
alecsgrg:

Star gazing | ( by Christopher Georgia )

alecsgrg:

Star gazing | ( by Christopher Georgia )

Finally someone who understands my love for glasses! 

Moon Cakes, Glowing like Stars

speakspoken:


One time I dreamt

I was in the garden.


There were moon cakes growing

on trees. You were there,


and you picked me up

so that I could

reach to pick them.


Nearby was a river. We

sat on stones and ate

our moon cakes.


They were glowing like stars,

and after eating we

began to glow, too.

I am still so naive; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am. A passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe?
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via quotes-shape-us)
The odd thing about people who had many books was how they always wanted more.
Patricia A. McKillip, The Bell at Sealey Head (via callmecordelia)

blackyrider:

that’s the face of a best friend who just found the gold mine of a embarrassing nickname made for teasing

" Your mother’s dead. Before long I’ll be dead, and you and your brother and your sister and all of her children, all of us dead, all of us rotting underground. It’s the family name that lives on. It’s all that lives on. Not your personal glory, not your honor… but family. You understand? "