ruinedchildhood:

The Story Of How Pinocchio Became A Real Boy

Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.
John Keats (via fleurstains)
I can’t tell you. The words just don’t exist to tell another person how destroyed part of you has been, they just don’t exist.
Beatrice Perry on the suicide of her son, Scott Perry (Boy Interrupted)

(Source: idlearth)