He knew why he wanted to kiss her. Because she was beautiful. And before that, because she was kind. And before that, because she was smart and funny. Because she was exactly the right kind of smart and funny. Because he could imagine taking a long trip with her without ever getting bored. Because whenever he saw something new and interesting, or new and ridiculous, he always wondered what she’d have to say about it — how many stars she’d give it and why.
Rainbow Rowell, Attachments (via)
That last sentence.
Cinderella never asked for a prince. She asked for a night off and a dress.
Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic.
Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (via)
This is so very true.
This is what I like about photographs. They’re proof that once, even if just for a heartbeat, everything was perfect.