(Source: valkyriethais)

Dreams are like that: they go in and out of memories and scenes, but they are never real. They’re never real, and I hate them because they aren’t.

Beth Revis, Across the Universe (via larmoyante) —

I do not think I’m easy to define. I have a wandering mind. And I’m not anything that you think I am.

Syd Barrett   (via nu-ire)

(Source: hellanne)

Your mind is not a cage. It’s a garden. And it requires cultivating.

 Libba Bray  (via 13thmoon)

(Source: kknotted)

(Source: monmondefou)

myidealhome:

• bed + fireplace

(Source: weheartit.com)

In all these years, you never believed I loved you. And I did. I did so much. I did love you. I even loved your hate and your hardness.

Tennessee Williams, Cat on a Hot Tin Roof (via larmoyante) —