I saw that my life was a vast glowing empty page and I could do anything I wanted.
— Jack Kerouac
My heart wants roots. My mind wants wings. I cannot bear their bickerings.
— E. Y. Harburg
You kiss me with your mouth wide open like you’re not afraid of swallowing poison. I taste the good and bad in you and want them both. We call this bravery.
— Anita Ofokansi (via larmoyante)