what is there to say. i'm nothing to write home about. i am a pawn trapped in the war, the smell right before it rains. i am just passing through this place; trying to leave my mark in an unmark-able world.


People don’t like love, they like that flittery flirty feeling. They don’t love love - love is sacrificial, love is ferocious, it’s not emotive. Our culture doesn’t love love, it loves the idea of love. It wants the emotion without paying anything for it. It’s ridiculous.

Maybe we could love each other a little bit now, and then we can love each other a lot later; then we can just eventually love always.

T.B. LaBerge // Unwritten Letters to You (via tblaberge)

I’m honestly not a bad person, my heart is in the right place; it’s just that my head isn’t.

You brave, brave thing.
One day, you’re going to
stop leaving the door open
for people who only know how
to keep leaving.

Yasmin Z, We’re All Still Learning (via larmoyante)

Do you know how hard it is to say nothing? When every atom of you strains to do the opposite?

Jojo Moyes, Me Before You (via anditslove)

The right thing and the easy thing are never the same.

Kami Garcia, Beautiful Creatures (via observando)

She also considered very seriously what she would look like in a little cottage in the middle of the forest, dressed in a melancholy gray and holding communion only with the birds and trees; a life of retirement away from the vain world; a life into which no man came.

A.A. Milne   (via thatkindofwoman)

(Source: wildhobbitjam)

You endure what is unbearable, and you bear it. That is all.

Cassandra Clare (via observando)