Have you met another human being who makes you melt?
I’m going to start taking better care of myself now.

Life is dreamy when I’m not feeling anxious.

Also I’m turning into such a cheeseball, but I guess I couldn’t remain a cynic forever.

That crippling feeling when you kind of fuck up at work and then feel like you’ll never be happy again.

Poetry is a sort of inspired mathematics, which gives us equations, not for abstract figures, triangles, squares, and the like, but for the human emotions. If one has a mind which inclines to magic rather than science, one will prefer to speak of these equations as spells or incantations; it sounds more arcane, mysterious, recondite.
― Ezra Pound, The Spirit of Romance (via wordsnquotes)