Finally, from so little sleeping and so much reading, his brain dried up and he went completely out of his mind.Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, Don Quixote (via feellng)
If people could see me the way I see myself - if they could live in my memories - would anyone love me?John Green (via kushandwizdom)
Maybe you can afford to wait. Maybe for you there’s a tomorrow. Maybe for you there’s one thousand tomorrows, or three thousand, or ten, so much time you can bathe in it, roll around it, let it slide like coins through you fingers. So much time you can waste it.
But for some of us there’s only today. And the truth is, you never really know.