Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart.– Victor Hugo (via pax-caelestis)
seabois: When F. Scott Fitzgerald was 6 years old he had a birthday party to which nobody came. He waited on the porch all afternoon in his freshly pressed suit but nobody showed, so at last he went inside and ate his entire birthday cake, including several candles.
Everyone is too loud they are hurting my brain!!
چه گرميم چه گرميم از اين عشق چو خورشيد How warm are we from this love, like the...– Rumi (via sun-hawk)