So all of it will heal one day or I will just get used to it?
Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist
-J.R.R. Tolkien, the return of the king
― Jack Kerouac
Brenna twohy from Swallowtell //Sanna Wani, “Who is the Sun, Asking for Sleep?”, My Grief, the Sun // Fortesa Latifi, from The Truth About Grief.
Fck feelings, I love being dead
-Sylvia Plath, The Letters of Sylvia Plath Volume I: 1940–1956
“What did my fingers do before they held him?"
-Sylvia plath
"𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 , 𝒘𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏"
"𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆"
-Colleen Hoover // Reminders of him