“I thought about all the things that everyone ever says to each other, and how everyone is going to die, whether it’s in a millisecond, or days, or months, or 76.5 years, if you were just born. Everything that’s born has to die, which means our lives are like skyscrapers. The smoke rises at different speeds, but they’re all on fire, and we’re all trapped.”—Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via aepocrypha)
“The world is indeed full of peril and in it there are many dark places.
But still there is much that is fair. And though in all lands, love is now
mingled with grief, it still grows, perhaps, the greater.”—The Lord of the Rings, J.R.R. Tolkien (via obdormio)
In my life, everything I have stems from something I lost. I hold memories of nights that shimmer still. And I traded those for the hope that things last. I have a box of mistakes that I hang around my neck. And for each one, I gave away peaceful sleep. I had these chances to save myself. Instead, I reached for the sins to slit myself. Maybe I did it out of habit. My most acute reflex has been to push the knife deeper.
Tear stains on my blanket are like fresh tattoos, running ink.
“Don’t let yourself be weighed down by what other people think, because in a few years, in a few decades, or in a few centuries, that way of thinking will have changed. Live now what others will only live in the future.”—Paulo Coelho (via inspiri)