RIP Maurice Sendak
this one time I made a raincloud out of a pillow.. (Taken with instagram)
i want to go camping. i want so much for this summer. i want it to be warm and full of sunshine and laughter and skipping and jumping and playing and fishing. i want my days to begin and end with binoculars, stars, bird chirping, and jump ropes. i just can’t wait. sunshine, when you’re ready to turn on your bright lights and stay awhile, please find me and say hello.
(via misswallflower)
"Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back. That’s part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads - at least that’s where I imagine it - there’s a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in awhile, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you’ll live forever in your own private library."
Haruki Murakami (via misswallflower)
