But I don’t want comfort. I want poetry. I want danger. I want freedom. I want goodness. I want sin.
Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.
― Edgar Allan Poe (via
What a treacherous thing to believe that a person is more than a person.
― John Green,
Don’t wait to realize you shouldn’t have waited.
― Ofer Moses (via