"…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."
Photo | Swiftcurrent Lake, Glacier National Park
Behati Prinsloo by Chris Colls for The Edit Magazine, 24 July 2014
guilded palace of sin
(via peone)"I was twenty-one at the time, about to turn twenty-two. No prospect of graduating soon, and yet no reason to quit school. Caught in the most curiously depressing circumstances. For months I’d been stuck, unable to take one step in any new direction. The world kept moving on; I alone was at a standstill. In the autumn, everything took a desolate cast, the colors swiftly fading before my eyes. The sunlight, the smell of the grass, the faintest patter of rain, everything got on my nerves. How many times did I dream of catching a train at night?"Haruki Murakami, A Wild Sheep Chase (via whyallcaps)
My darling friends provide joy on a daily basis and when times are dark. I’m overwhelmed by their love and thoughtfulness. Thanks to them, Buckley’s sunshine will help the sweet pups of Adopt A Golden. My heart is full, beyond grateful."If you are humble nothing will touch you, neither praise nor disgrace, because you know what you are."Mother Teresa (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
For just a few days over 6 mos. you were a ray of pure sunshine in my life and brought laughter to everyone. Hilarious, loving, a ridiculously good boy, and you’re tail never stopped wagging, proof that God’s greatest gift to mankind is the animals who love us unconditionally. Heartbroken, but I’ll always love you, Buckley Sue - Well done, good little boy.
Carole Lombard, 1928