Someone please drive around with me.
We don’t even have to go anywhere in particular. Let’s just listen to your favorite songs and pass by your favorite places while you tell me your stories and not stop for one night.
“We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves.” —Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient
“I have so much of you in my heart.” —John Keats, from a letter to Fanny Brawne dated July 8th, 1819 (via larmoyante)