theorangepdf:

for old times sake is actually such a heartbreaking and beautiful sentiment. let’s do it for the love that used to be here!! it is reason enough!!

100493503004422:

I should be less worried about seeming annoying. plenty of people are annoying and they all seem to be doing fine

weltenwellen:

Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934

happyheidi:

mashamorevna:

“Then one day, suddenly, it ends, it changes, I don’t understand, it dies, or it’s me, I don’t understand that either. I ask the words that remain— sleeping, waking, morning, evening. They have nothing to say.”

— Samuel Beckett, from “Endgame”
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mariademayo:

lifeinpoetry:

It’s allergies of the soul. When it’s too late you notice
your face has fallen. Pills moved around in your hand.
You don’t know where you are. Or what you’ve done
with your time, which you know is unfathomably precious,
but you’re not sure in what way, or what to do with it.

— Bianca Stone, from “The Malady,” What Is Otherwise Infinite