February 2012
81 posts
“What can we know? What are we all? Poor silly half-brained things peering out at the infinite, with the aspirations of angels and the instincts of beasts.”
—Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (via caelums)
mahpiohanzi
n. the disappointment of being unable to fly, unable to stretch out your arms and vault into the air, having finally shrugged off the ballast of your own weight and ignited the fuel tank of unfulfilled desires you’ve been storing up since before you were born.
January 2012
86 posts
“I can’t explain what I mean. And even if I could, I’m not sure I’d feel like it.”
—J.D. Salinger (via thatkindofwoman)
