I like people too much or not at all.
— Sylvia Plath (via dulcetdecember)
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
— Edvard Munch (via dulcetdecember)
I can’t stand it to think my life is going so fast and I’m not really living it.
— Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises (via dulcetdecember)
Pack a pillow and blanket and see as much of the world as you can. You will not regret it.
— Jhumpa Lahiri, The Namesake (via itsfromabook)
