-Virginia Woolf, from “Reading”
“What did my fingers do before they held him?"
-Sylvia plath
They were wrong, love is never enough to keep someone with you.
I love you 💌
It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.
-Maud Hart Lovelace, Betsy-Tacy and Tib
"𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛, 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑦 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, 𝑀𝑎𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝐽𝑢𝑛𝑒"
Hands are unbearably beautiful. They hold on to things, they let things go.
- Mary Reufle
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.