Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today
Tomorrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he’s a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he’s to setting.

That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.

Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may, go marry;
For having lost but once your prime,
You may forever tarry.

— Robert Herrick, To The Virgins, to Make Much of Time


What’s up, book?

guys. this is my friend blake. he made a book. it’s coming out soon. there’s gonna be a kickstarter and everything. i know cool people. 

Pet Peeve # 5,648

I hate when people attribute quotations to the wrong people. Big Sean was not the first person to say, “The grass is greener where you water it.” Come on, people.

“Don’t give up on people, though. It does sometimes take a long time for sensitive, good-hearted people to find someone who will treat them with as much respect as they deserve. Truth is, there are more manipulative people in the world than good ones. Don’t let them take away your vulnerability, because it is something pure and beautiful about you that ought never to be destroyed. Stay gold.”
— My friend Summer gets it.
“I think you could fall in love with anyone if you saw the parts of them that no one else gets to see. Like if you followed them around invisibly for a day and you saw them crying in their bed at night or singing to themselves as they make a sandwich or even just walking along the street and even if they were really weird and had no friends at school, I think after seeing them at their most vulnerable you wouldn’t be able to help falling in love with them.”
“Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart. The really great men must, I think, have great sadness on earth.”
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky (via troubled)

(via peacelovedior)

“Thoughts on romance via a single, relatively-privileged, lower middle class male nearing the age of 30: when you realize that there’s nobody waiting to be “found by you,” or waiting to find you, and that you could swerve into a median or instantaneously expire from an aneurism, idealism then disintegrates and shifts Maslow’s fourth and third tiers of self-actualization, compresses them, and reminds you in a dull nag (like angina) that they’re now a part of your first tier, i.e. your foundation. Love is then found somewhere between breathing and excretion.”
— My friend Mike Loruss
“I wasn’t actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.”
F. Scott Fitzgerald (via adarkershadeofred)

(via adarkershadeofred)