"The female doesn’t want a rich man or a handsome man or even a poet, she wants a man who understands her eyes if she gets sad, and points to his chest and say : “Here is your home country.”"
"your heartbeats cannot be hoarded. your reservoir of breaths is draining away. you have hands, blister them while you can. you have bones, make them strain-they can carry nothing in the grave. you have lungs, let them spill with laughter."
-n.d. wilson (via starthandingoutstars)