I melt everytime I see your smile.
When I see my love smile (via myunexpectedd)
Ideas, unlike solid structures, do not perish. They remain immortal, immaterial and everywhere, like all Divine things. Ideas are a golden, savage landscape that we wander unaware, without a map. Be careful: in the last analysis, reality may be exactly what we think it is.
Alan Moore (via observando)
  • child I am babysitting: How do you get grownup teeth?
  • me: You lose your baby teeth
  • child I am babysitting: they fall out!?
  • me: they fall out
  • child I am babysitting: do you still have your baby eyes?
  • me:
  • child I am babysitting: or did they fall out
  • me:
  • me:
  • me: you keep the same eyes all your life
  • child I am babysitting: *touches eyes* whoa