Salma

Nick Burd, The Vast Fields of Ordinary (via wordsnquotes)

you’re happy.

Jack Kerouac, from The Complete Prose; “On the Road,” (via wethinkwedream)

F. Scott Fitzgerald, Flappers and Philosophers (via wordsnquotes)

I used to worry about where I stand in people’s lives but maturity made me realize that it doesn’t matter that much. If you need me, I am there for you. If I need you, then I hope you’re there for me too. It took a long time for me to learn that people will always need each other, no matter what. So I want to be that person who is always there.—buhaybabae photog yet unknown

Tyler Knott Gregson (via thelovejournals)

— Frank O’Hara, from “Mayakovsky”

thoughtsofthedeepeststems (via wnq-writers)

She felt like both flying and falling. Like she was someone else, but not another person; more like a version of her she’d completely forgotten. She can’t remember what thoughts were there. Just how they felt, and she felt like she didn’t want to think about anything else, like she could go on existing on them and them alone and be perfectly content. The memory has cast a shadow over everything that has happened since, making it all seem so dull in contrast, so colourless. So she’s not sure if she’s to keep it, but she really, really wants to. Every detail of the swaying, of the hazy minds, of the songs, of her looking so damn beautiful under the scintillating strobe. This is the life they speak of, right? This is the reason we survive, and she wishes she could survive if it’s solely to remember this. But this isn’t a love letter to alcohol, no. The alcohol felt like an intruder. It’s the memory of them that night. Both happy I think, even if just for that tiny moment, both okay.

Meredith Grey, Grey’s Anatomy (via morelovexlesshate)

euphoric-crybaby (via wnq-writers)

Rachel Joyce, The Love Song of Miss Queenie Hennessy

Frank O’Hara (via words-and-coffee)

I was feeling kinda down so I drew something to cheer myself up. I hope 2016 will be a good year for all of you :D