The gods envy us. They envy us because we’re mortal, because any moment may be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.
— Homer, The Iliad (via katara)
I ended up falling in love with the moon, because it faithfully showed up, night after night.
— (via forever-and-alwayss)
First we feel. Then we fall.
— James Joyce, from Finnegans Wake (via mystiquel)
watch out i m a professional flirter *winks with both eyes*