I’m a mess of unfinished thoughts.
On soft Spring nights I’ll stand in the yard under the stars—Something good will come out of all things yet—And it will be golden and eternal just like that—There’s no need to say another word.
― Jack Duluoz, Big Sur (via royalrex)
I loved you ever: but it is no matter.
― William Shakespeare, Hamlet (via larmoyante)
Life becomes easier when you learn to accept an apology you never got.
I’m sorry that you love me and that I cause you nothing but pain; you remind me so much of myself I can’t help but want to hurt you.
― it’s not you, it’s me (via writurs)
Human beings are works in progress who mistakenly think they’re finished.
No one can tell what goes on in between the person you were and the person you become. No one can chart that blue and lonely section of hell. There are no maps of the change. You just come out the other side.
Or you don’t.
― Stephen King (via sophianism)