- Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
IT'S SEPTEMBER already, how can i hold my own heart.
"August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time."
-Sylvia plath
-Sarah Dessen, The Truth About Forever
Trust me, it's ok.
It’s okay to miss sometimes. Not some person but the time that is gone. The time when you could sleep a little longer, laugh a little louder and never feel tired. When the world was happy, when you were happy.
Hearts are breakable, and I think even when you heal, you're never what you were before.
Hands are unbearably beautiful. They hold on to things, they let things go.
- Mary Reufle