someone told me once that shooting stars are really just angels throwing away their cigarettes before God could catch them smoking
- Emery Allen (via vacants)
- J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (via winedrunkenness)
And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in."
- Jane Austen, from Sense and Sensibility (Penguin Classics, 2003)