And so being young and dipped in folly I fell in love with melancholy.
— Edgar Allan Poe (via loveage-moondream)
How odd, I can have all this inside me
and to you it’s just words.
— David Foster Wallace, The Pale King (via kushtrimthaqi)
Home is neither here nor there. Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.
— Herman Hesse (via ig-narus)