I have so much I want to tell you, and nowhere to begin.
|—||J.D. Salinger; Seymour - An Introduction (via perfect)|
A Tribe Called Quest | Bonita Applebum
Take me to your trees. Take me to your breakfasts, your sunsets, your bad dreams, your shoes, your nouns. Take me to your fingers.
|—||Margaret Atwood, Good Bones (via kitty-en-classe)|