"We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for."
- Dead Poets Society (via dearpoetry)
“His hands reach out and choke me and all the time he’s mumbling. Mumbling truth. Truth like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You push it, stretch it, it’ll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it’ll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it’ll just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream.”
five hundred, twenty-five thousand, six hundred minutes.
five hundred, twenty-five thousand, moments so dear.five hundred, twenty-five thousand, six hundred minutes.
How do you measure, measure a year?
"
Live in my house
I’ll be your shelter
Just pay me back
With one thousand kisses
Be my lover, I’ll cover you
Open your door
I’ll be your tenant
Don’t got much baggage
To lay at your feet
But sweet kisses I’ve got to spare
I’ll be there, I’ll cover you…
- I’ll Cover You - Rent (via chococrappp)
