I Can't Imagine How Empty She Felt On That Short Walk Home, After This Hug. I Can Imagine That She Felt

"Nothing made you. You just are."

These Violent Delights | Micah Nemerever

the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.

Anne Carson, from Red Doc>

concept: you and me on a night drive with no destination

romance is puffy sleeves, blood stained hands, tear stained cheeks, raw voice screaming “is she breathing”

today is the last day you can reblog this

you heard of "I love you" "it'll pass" and "I'll go" "and I'll stay", now get ready for "how come no one found me?" "I found you"

Rule Nr.1: Family over everything

Reblog if you think a woman can be complete without children

Y’ALL HAVE TIME TO REBLOG THIS. IT TAKES LESS THAN FIVE SECONDS.

Miranda July, The First Bad Man