I will never be a morning person, for the moon and I, are too much in love.
— Testy McTesterson (via loveage-moondream)
My heart wants roots. My mind wants wings. I cannot bear their bickerings.
— E. Y. Harburg (via missaira)
I will wade out till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers. I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air, alive, with closed eyes.
— E.E. Cummings (via crimpity)