Since we first met I have loved you with whatever I had to love you with.
Zelda to Scott, 1935 (via youngfolksociety)
There are always flowers for those who want to see them.
Henri Matisse (via singingovertheboness)
You don’t pass or fail at being a person, dear.
Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane (via undecidead-girl)