(Source: melepeta, via thatkindofwoman)

(Source: pitchfork)

I was glad I wasn’t in love, that I wasn’t happy with the world. I like being at odds with everything. People in love often become edgy, dangerous. They lose their sense of perspective. They lose their sense of humor. They become nervous, psychotic bores.
You know I dreamed about you
For twenty-nine years before I saw you
You know I dreamed about you
I missed you for twenty-nine years
I was afraid to be alone
But now I’m scared that’s how I like to be

Collection of things that inspire a former comparative literature student finding a life outside of books