“My drawing was not a picture of a hat. It was a picture of a boa constrictor digesting an elephant.”
When I was a child ‘Le Petit Prince’ was my favorite book. Once I made my mom go to the library with me, so I could read it again. While we were driving home I was reading the biography included in the book and I found out that Antoine De Saint-Exupéry died in WWII. I cried the entire ride home. I thought it so unfair that such a beautiful person died in such an awful way, but I guess a lot of good people die at the hands of bad people. At least Antoine De Saint-Exupéry lives on throught the little prince.
(Source: shetakesmymoney.blogspot.fr , via solitary-exist3nce)
"i have never been words, but words have never been words. in language i combine my flesh with yours, and you with mine; my flesh is tender, my skin aches from knowing you."
"The most difficult thing to admit, and to realize with one’s whole being, is that you alone control nothing."
"Having no destination, I am never lost."
I ache to ache. It’s been a long time since I truly felt something.
"I feel like I’ve swallowed a cloudy sky."
"How do you get so empty? Who takes it out of you?"