8,133 notesHer sentences were icebergs, with just the tip of her thought coming out of her mouth, and the rest kept up in her head, which I was starting to think was more and more beautiful the longer I looked at her.
Gregory Galloway, As Simple As Snow (via larmoyante)
1,821 notesMy soul is impatient with itself, as with a bothersome child; its restlessness keeps growing and is forever the same. Everything interests me, but nothing holds me.
Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via exoticwild)