Memories do not always soften with time; some grow edges like knives.
Barbara Kingsolver, The Lacuna (via badwulf)
I’m tired and I’m cranky and and and and.
…and I shambled after as I’ve been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes ‘Awww!’
Jack Kerouac. (via oscarprgirl)
Be merciful until you can’t be.
Until you feel your heart begin to harden
into a bullet.
Then use that bullet.
Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)