Going through all these books (by timtom.ch)

must we have so much drama
deep down we shine the same light
we can all live from smiles alone.

The only people that interest me are the mad ones. The ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like roman candles across the night.

To our most bitter opponents we say: Throw us in jail and we will still love you. Bomb our houses and threaten our children and we will still love you. Beat us and leave us half dead and we will still love you. But be ye assured that we will wear you down by our capacity to suffer. One day we shall so appeal to your heart and conscience that we shall win you in the process, and our victory will be a double victory.

(by savvysmilinginlove)
all falling (by i enrapture)
O. Wilde (by letters to Oscar Wilde)

Did you ever, in that wonderland wilderness of adolescence ever, quite unexpectedly, see something, a dusk sky, a wild bird,a landscape, so exquisite terror touched you at the bone? And you afraid, terribly afraid of the smallest movement, a leaf, say, turning in the wind, will shatter it all? That is, I think, the way love is, or should be; one lives in beautiful terror.

we are in bed together
laughing
and we don’t care
about anything