Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.
|—||Oscar Wilde, The Critic as Artist (via observando)|
Cover, Title Page and Six Plates from Atlas Photographique de la Lune, L’Observatoire de Paris, (1899)
He felt warm and familiar. He felt solid and safe. I wanted to cling to his shirt, bury my face into the warm curve of his neck, and never let go.
|—||Becca Fitzpatrick, Crescendo (via 42violethill)|