If I cut you off, chances are, you handed me the scissors.
I believe in some blending of hope and sunshine sweetening the worst lots. I believe that this life is not all; neither the beginning nor the end. I believe while I tremble; I trust while I weep.
Charlotte Brontë, Villette (via m-anque)
Do things your future self will thank you for.
Unknown (via perfect)
Track: No One Is Alone
Artist: 1987 Original Broadway Cast
Album: Into the Woods