"It was a dream, not a nightmare, a beautiful dream I could never imagine in a thousand nods. There was a girl next to me who wasn’t beautiful until she smiled and I felt that smile come at me in heat waves following, soaking through my body and out my finger tips in shafts of color and I knew somewhere in the world, somewhere, that there was love for me."
Jim Carrol,The Basketball Diaries (via badhouses)
"There’s no money in poetry, but then there’s no poetry in money either."
Robert Graves (via transientpublishing)
