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"I came to this world with nothing, and I leave with nothing but love, everything else is just borrowed"
Honey Island sunset - 01.08.13,

Honey Island sunset - 01.08.13,

You can call it innocence, or you can call it gullibility, but Celia made the most common mistake of the good-hearted: she assumed that everyone else was just like her.

—We Need to Talk About Kevin

I don’t know you. The only thing I know about you is, you’re reading this. I don’t know whether you’re happy or not; I don’t know whether you’re young or not. I sort of hope you’re young and sad. If you’re old and happy, I can imagine that you’ll maybe smile to yourself when you hear me going, he broke my heart. You’ll remember someone who broke your heart, and you’ll think to yourself, Oh, yes, I can remember how that feels. But you can’t, you smug old git. Oh, you might remember feeling sort of pleasantly sad. You might remember listening to music and eating chocolates in your room, or walking along the Embankment on your own, wrapped up in a winter coat and feeling lonely and brave. But can you remember how with every mouthful of food it felt like you were biting into your own stomach? Can you remember the taste of red wine as it came back up and into the toilet bowl? Can you remember dreaming every night that you were still together, that he was talking to you gently and touching you, so that every morning when you wake up you had to go through it all over again? Can you remember carving his initials in your arm with a kitchen knife? Can you remember standing too close to the edge of an Underground platform? No? Well, fucking shut up, then. Stick your smile up your saggy old arse.

Jess (A Long Way Down by Nick Hornby)

I may not like Jess that much. I think she’s just annoying, obnoxious even. But here’s one of her few moments in the book where she made sense. A long ass one but really the point is, no one will ever fully understand how someone felt or what someone had gone through because every experience is unique. Just saying.

(via thebrighteyedwanderer)

(Source: thebright-eyedwanderer)

It’s a good thing tears never show in the pouring rain

It’s a good thing tears never show in the pouring rain