February 2011
“You are my dream. You made me who I am, and holding you in my arms is more natural to me than my own heartbeat. I think about you all the time. Even now, when I am sitting here, I think about you. There could never have been another.”
—The Notebook (via cymumbles)
“We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, and engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poerty, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.”
—John Keating (Dead Poets Society) (via 2121destiny)
