Not till we are lost do we begin to find ourselves - Thoreau
incomplete and all alone
every time I hear your name
I love coming across things on tumblr that I really needed to see.
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.Jack Kerouac (via evencoldnovember-rain) UNITED BY FATE
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This is the cutest thing ever. I love boys who does creative, romantic things for their girlfriend. The balloons are attached at the bottom to photos - memories. With a paragraph written at the back about the memory.
Someone please do this to me.