I wanted to crawl into her chest and kiss everything that she thought I’d hate.
And in the end, we were all just humans… drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.
F. Scott Fitzgerald (via cyberunfamous)
I remember when I was younger and I wanted to be beautiful; now I’m older and I want to be intelligent. I want to burn hearts with brilliance and engulf souls with compassion. I want to be loved for my thoughts and nothing else.
"Summer is Incumen In" (also known as "Summer Has Come In") (1902) (detail) by Herbert Arnould Olivier (1861-1952).