lifeinpoetry: “In early June the world of leaf and blade and flowers explodes, and every sunset is different.” — John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent (via balltillifall)

sunsetico: “do you think it’d be alright if i showed up at your doorstep one day, after all these years, and asked you to come on an adventure with me, to a town we’d never seen? a place unknown to our souls, where we could run wild and free, build ourselves from bottom to top …