“I prefer the clouds. I'm happier when it's cloudy. I don't know why. I can wake up on a cloudy morning and be the happiest person around. I can be in a bad mood, walk outside and go, “Dang, are you serious? All right!” Maybe it evokes more. Maybe I'm able to concentrate a little better without the sun shining so bright.”
☆ Favorite People | Garrett Hedlund
“the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.” ONTHEROAD
"Finnick!" Something between a shriek and a cry of joy. A lovely if somewhat bedraggled young woman-dark tangled, sea-green eyes-runs towards us. "Finnick!" And suddenly, it's as if there's no one in the world. They collide, enfold, lose their balance, and slam against a wall, where they stay. Clinging into one being. Indivisible. No one seeing them could doubt their love.
"Seuls les fous m'intéressent. Ceux qui ont la fureur de vivre, de parler, qui veulent jouir de tout. Qui jamais ne baillent, ni ne disent une banalité. Mais qui brûlent, brûlent, brûlent, comme une chandelle dans la nuit."