We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory will swell when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.
Abraham Lincoln (via vanished)
June 1st with 15 notes | reblog
June 1st with 15 notes | reblog
Quiet is peace. Tranquility. Quiet is turning down the volume knob on life. Silence is pushing the off button. Shutting it down. All of it.
Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner (via vanished)
May 31st with 43 notes | reblog
May 31st with 43 notes | reblog
Sometimes I wonder if I truly am heartless. If I was able to function about my daily life without having a thousand emotional breakdowns does that mean my feelings were not real? Or not as intense as I believed they were? I think about this sometimes. Then nights like these come along. Where my guard comes down. Where I feel exposed. And then it hits me. The truth, the reality that I could avoid while you are away. Because the initial change wasn’t all that different. I was just not allowed to say “I love you.” That’s it. That was the only change. Except it made all the difference.
May 31st | reblog
I know what you are learning to endure. There is nothing to be done. Make sure nothing is wasted. Take notes. Remember it all, every insult, every tear. Tattoo it on the inside of your mind. In life, knowledge of poisons is essential. I’ve told you, nobody becomes an artist unless they have to.
Janet Fitch, White Oleander (via vanished)
May 31st with 24 notes | reblog
May 31st with 24 notes | reblog
