Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book (via souls-entwined)
Alison Mosshart (via xokrista)
I keep having this reoccurring dream of me waking up in a really beautiful place, like somewhere in Europe, and then looking out a balcony/window just taking in how beautiful everything is. After that, I turn around and standing there is someone whom I really love, and we just have the loveliest time. We slow dance and plan out what we were going to do for the day and take a lot of naps together and listen to classical music and read books to each other and share each other’s worlds. But I don’t know which is sadder. The fact that it’s a dream or the fact that I never seem to remember who is with me.