Mademoiselle.

There is a tide in the affairs of men.

[coral]

This is not a goodbye, my darling, this is a thank you. Thank you for coming into my life and giving me joy, thank you for loving me and receiving my love in return. Thank you for the memories I will cherish forever. But most of all, thank you for showing me that there will come a time when I can eventually let you go. I love you, T.

Nicholas Sparks, Message in a Bottle (via feellng)

[beaglesarecute]

People scare me. They change their minds so quick. One moment it’s “I love you” and “you make me happy” and the next it’s “I’m not sure anymore” and “this isn’t what I want.”

(via melisica)

[rach-geller]

[northern-proper]

One of the hardest things you will ever have to do my dear is grieve the loss of a person who is still alive.

My father’s advice #1  (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

[murakamiquotes]

Sometimes our memory betrays us.

- 1Q84 (via murakamiquotes)

[infamoussayings]

Everything passes. Nobody gets anything for keeps. And that’s how we’ve got to live.

Haruki Murakami (via infamoussayings)

[greelin]

never doubt my ability to watch the same episode of something ten thousand times and remain just as interested and entertained every single time

[latenightcornerstore]

For an entire month, the Texas sky was nothing but a broken water-main—and the state that had spent decades slow-roasting over a pit of Christian gospel and light-skinned southern values was suddenly neck-deep in its own baptism. Turns out that when you have been this starving for rain, when you have been dry for this long, the end of the drought only looks like a miracle on day one. By day thirty, our cities are drowning. I know, now, how easily skin can turn swampland— that desert soil is the first to oversaturate, that it only takes two weeks of proper attention for my body to spill over. It wasn’t long after I met you that I became all flash flood and rising water tables. Understand what torrential rain does to a heart in a fifteen year drought— just look what mother nature did to Texas. I met you and suddenly there were no more dry-spells. My valleys sloshed with rainwater; there was nowhere to put all that sky. It was all the ocean could do to keep up with us. It was all I could do to keep my head above water. There’s a reason you don’t give a starving man a feast—his body has forgotten how to be full. He will make himself sick with this wanting. When all that Texas drought met you I flooded my rivers, abandoned my cities, soaked rot into the walls of my apartment. For forty days and forty nights Texas and I became new seas. I drowned under the weight of what you thought was a good thing–it’s been too long since this was freely given and not something I had to go searching for in the night—too long since the sky has been anything but clear. The storm should have been the end to the dry season. Instead, it was the start of the flood. You can’t dump heaven on the drought; all you learn, is that Texas red dirt can turn quicksand in an instant. The end of the drought only looks like a miracle on day one. By day thirty, I am all tremor and panic attack, fear flooding the basement. Your smile– the place where the sky opens up and pours.

I GAVE YOU FLOOD by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)

[expressions-of-nature]

[quotemadness]

I write for the same reason I breathe - because if I didn’t, I would die.

Isaac Asimov (via quotemadness)

[suspend]

[wordsnquotes]

But love is none of these things. It won’t suddenly make every day ok. It won’t change who you are. It won’t make your car go faster. It doesn’t even wash your dishes. All love is, is love. And that’s all it needs to be, really.

Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via not-that-into-labels)

[05am]

[kendrasmiles4u]

[regret-ii-deactivated20150508]

[o-pheliac-deactivated20211119]

[imjust-a-girl]