Moon Child

I honestly begin every single day only with the intention of avoiding people.

—Morrissey (via alve-us)

I am still so naive; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am. A passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe?

—Sylvia Plath (via peachmoons)

(Source: thechocolatebrigade, via gardenofmouthings)

a bouquet of clumsy words: you know that place between sleep and awake where your still dreaming but it`s slowly slipping? i wish we could feel like that more often. i also wish i could click my fingers three times and be transported to anywhere i like. i wish that people didn`t always say ‘just wondering’ when you both know there was a real reason behind them asking. and i wish i could get lost in the stars.

listen, there`s a hell of a good universe next door, let`s go

— e.e.cummings  (via lavandula)

(via gardenofmouthings)

I felt like I was sort of disappearing. It was that kind of a crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun out or anything, and you felt like you were disappearing everytime you crossed a road.

—J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye  (via sneakyuncle)

(Source: mutualize, via gardenofmouthings)