I’m gonna go make a pitcher of Margaritas.
Happy Cinco de Mayo!
So we bear on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past. —
The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
The last line of the novel.
It will not say, Isn’t X beautiful? Such demands are murderous to beauty. — Bluets by Maggie Nelson
time she stopped
sitting at her window
quiet at her window
facing other windows
other only windows
high and low
time she stopped — Rockaby (via fuckyeahgreatplays)
(Source: broadwaycom, via fuckyeahgreatplays)
Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive. — Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre (via starfishlove)
(Source: arpeggia, via theatrecollage)