-Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
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.
So all of it will heal one day or I will just get used to it?
I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of.
Charles Bukowski, Love is a dog from hell
— Anne Sexton, Imitations of Drowning
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Lath
― Jack Kerouac
Even though it's not that big of a achievement but the girl who randomly downloaded Tumblr one evening will be very proud of me.
Thank you for 100 followers <<3
-Ocean Vuong, from “Eurydice”, Night Sky with Exit Wounds