(Source: vadersempire)
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
(Source: vadersempire)
(Source: sp1ne)
(Source: ikilledjackjohnson)
Our pleasures, which were those of being in love, were as simple and still as mysterious and complicated as a simple mathematical formula that can mean all happiness or can mean the end of the world.
— Ernest Hemingway, “Secret Pleasures” (via narratrix)