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Another way to remember someone is to create more memories with that person. The more there is to forget, the longer forgetting takes.
Welcome to Night Vale, Jeffrey Cranor and Joseph Fink
I had to decide what I was going to do, and what I was going to be. I was standing there, waiting for someone to do something, till I realised the person I was waiting for was myself.
Markus Zusak, Underdog
“Relationships never provide you with everything. They provide you with some things. You take all the things you want from a person— sexual chemistry, let’s say, or good conversation, or financial support, or intellectual comparability, or niceness, or loyalty— and you get to pick three of those things. Three— that’s it. Maybe four, if you’re very lucky. The rest you have to look for elsewhere. It’s only in the movies that you find someone who gives you all of those things. But this isn’t the movies. In the real world, you have to identify which three qualities you want to spend the rest of your life with, and then you look for those qualities in another person. That’s real life. Don’t you see it’s a trap? If you keep trying to find everything, you’ll wind up with nothing.”
Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life
“I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can’t feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often.
Charles Bukowski
I couldn’t leave it alone. Was it happy that I felt? As I lay against him and aligned my breathing with his, I realized the thing I actually felt was safe. Normal people who weren’t raised by mentally ill goals probably took the feeling of safety for granted. They only noticed when they felt unsafe. Expecting the mushroom cloud, I am stunned into blinking stupidity when I look at the sky and only see blue sky. I realize I was thinking about all of this because feeling safe felt almost like drinking; something I could imagine myself becoming addicted to instantly. A feeling I would need to experience constantly, no matter what, from now on.
Augusten Burroughs, Lust and Wonder
As time goes on, you'll understand. What lasts, lasts; what doesn't, doesn't. Time solves most things. And what time can't solve, you have to solve yourself.
Haruki Murakami, Dance, Dance, Dance
There is a kind of crying I hope you have not experienced, and it is not just crying about something terrible that has happened, but a crying for all of the terrible things that have happened, not just to you but to everyone you know and to everyone you don’t know and even the people you don’t want to know, a crying that cannot be diluted by a brave deed or a kind word, but only by someone holding you as your shoulders shake and your tears run down your face.
Lemony Snicket, The End (via durianquotes)
She did not know the nature of her loneliness. The only words that named it were: ‘This is not the world I expected.’
Ayn Rand (via durianseeds)
December is the loneliest month. I like to be alone. I just don’t like to be lonely.
Thought Catalog, Here’s What I’ve Been Doing Since You’ve Been Gone (via durianseeds)
“You cannot save people. You can only love them.”
Anaïs Nin (via durianseeds)
I even wish I could wipe the story out of my mind entirely. But of course, you never can. Why is it that you can’t forget what you really want to forget?
Haruki Murakami, The Silence (via durianseeds)
I don’t know how to put it, but I just can’t get it through my head that here and now is really here and now. Or that I am really me. It doesn’t quite hit home. It’s always this way. Only much later on does it ever come together.
Haruki Murakami, A Wild Sheep Chase (via durianseeds)
You’re here. At least it looks as if you’re here. But maybe you aren’t. Maybe it’s just your shadow. The real you may be somewhere else. Or maybe you already disappeared a long, long time ago. I reach out my hand to see, but you’ve hidden yourself behind a cloud of probablys. Do you think we can go like this forever?
Haruki Murakami
I had to decide what I was going to do, and what I was going to be. I was standing there, waiting for someone to do something, till I realised the person I was waiting for was myself.
Markus Zusak, Underdog
This is love, to sit with someone you've known forever in a place you've been meaning to go, and watching as their life happens to them until you stand up and it's time to go.
Daniel Handler, Adverbs
February is the shortest month of the year, so if you are having a miserable month, try to schedule it for February.
Lemony Snicket
I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons, our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever. Your leg, my leg, your arm, my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.
Charles Bukowski