She walked roads no one else could see, and it made her music wild and strange and free.
— Patrick Rothfuss (via flightless)
You’re not like the others. I’ve seen a few; I know. When I talk, you look at me. When I said something about the moon, you looked at the moon, last night. The others would never do that. The others would walk off and leave me talking. No one has time anymore for anyone else. You’re one of the few who put up with me.
— Ray Bradbury (via wendesgray)
I don’t know a perfect person. I only know flawed people who are still worth loving.
— John Green (via wavesoftheuniverse)