A kiss from a burning star and we're gone.

This is me. Obsessions fill my head and spill over onto these pages.

In the first place, you’re way off when you start railing at things and people instead of at yourself.

Franny and Zooey by J.D. Salinger

I wish I could pull Zooey out of my pocket whenever I need to chew someone out. 

(via theaveragegatsby)

: National Poem In Your Pocket Day Selection

packeymcmay:

WHEN YOU ARE OLD
by William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your…