Hidden Atlas

Colombiana, figuring it all out.

[perrfectly]

[perrfectly]

[edgar-allan-yo]

[anoveldiscovery]

God, but he lied beautifully; it was a masterclass. If I hadn’t been concentrating so hard on my own deceit, I would have stood up and applauded.

Claire North, The First Fifteen Lives of Harry August (via anoveldiscovery)

[hullocolin-deactivated20240427]

[ambermaitrejean]

[natanvance]

[enjoy-the-life-baby]

[bunlly]

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.

Jack Kerouac, On The Road (via lazypacific)

[amber-danique]

[horrifying]

[bled]

[frommadon-deactivated20190918]

[flyngdream]

[realid]

[wordsnquotes]

It’s enough for me to be sure that you and I exist at this moment.

Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude (via wordsnquotes)

[horrifying]