May every sunrise hold more promise.
This needs to be mine.

This needs to be mine.

I won’t kiss you. It might get to be a habit and I can’t get rid of habits.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, Flappers and Philosophers  (via evergrowingwonder)
Everything you say
burns itself into my skin.
I’m scarred with your words.
It is one of the defects of my character that I cannot altogether dislike anyone who makes me laugh.
W. Somerset Maugham, The Moon and Sixpence  (via thisiswatermags)