it was bound to happen. you were always going to wake up one day and just want more.
I have always lived violently, drunk hugely, eaten too much or not at all, slept around the clock or missed two nights of sleeping, worked too hard and too long in glory, or slobbed for a time in utter laziness. I’ve lifted, pulled, chopped, climbed, made love with joy and taken my hangovers as a consequence, not as a punishment.
— John Steinbeck (via ohfairies)
When you are small, if you reach out, and nobody takes your hand, you stop reaching out, and reach inside, instead.
— Amanda Eyre Ward, How to Be Lost (via ohfairies)