she rode in on a chariot of gold.
young, wild & free; happy birthday @samccx !
2013; here I come !
(Source: icanread)
The dream bordered on the edge of nightmares, perched precariously on it’s toes. I was watched it from behind. Just a nervous face in the background. A powerless, silent onlooker. Helpless.
Any moment now, it seemed to whisper.
As I stood transfixed and uncertain, it turned itself to face me. All light and shadows and swirls. I knew it was coming. I felt it deep in my bones, in the bones of their bones. That turning point in the plot where something disastrous or glorious could occur. Where the purpose of a story’s life lies. And it was during that deciding moment; like the breath before speech or the knowing before death.
I woke up.
‘Til it turns from color to black and white.
Don’t ever let someone tell you, that you can’t do something. Not even me. You got a dream, you got to protect it. People can’t do something themselves, they want to tell you you can’t do it. You want something, go get it. Period.
— Pursuit of Happiness
(Source: daphneemarie, via rukasaurus)
(via lovemetoinfinity)
that feeling that you’re just a speck drifting in an empty space.
so heavy the thought, how cold the world seems.
silently floating alone.
hand-in-hand, they forgot about the door that led no where. (Taken with Instagram)
