Who?

[mournfulroses]

Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959

[avasillva]

she's a little too easy to love | insp

[dwgif]

I can't save you from this. There's nothing I can do to stop this. I stole your childhood, and now I've led you by the hand to your death. But the worst thing is... I knew. I knew this would happen. This is what always happens.

[differentladysalad]

I guess there is nothing to come back to

[quotefeeling]

“I just want someone to be truly happy because of me. Someone who is happy to see me, happy to hear me, happy to know me.”

— Unknown

[differentladysalad]

Her. I want her.

[differentladysalad]

I wish I could have been that for you.

"Your deepest love"

[piecesofapuzzle]

i feel like i'm both too much and not enough

[feral-ballad]

Vikram Seth, from Summer Requiem: A Book of Poems; “Sonnet”

[wanderingsins]

[mournfulroses]

Nikolay Punin, from a diary entry featured in The Diaries of Nikolay Punin: 1904 - 1953

[differentladysalad]

Someday I feel like I won't survive this life. There is no way I can see myself living this full term.

[synicalfemwrldz]

[blurredcoffeeforme]

[lal-wine]

4 Elements: The Air Q5

[terrorignitis]

So I keep it, to myself— and it hurts.

Sylvia Plath

[onthelearningtongue]

endless, tiresome pursuit

[inkpressedpetals]