"Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence."
"and i knew it was bad
when i woke up in the mornings
and the only thing i looked
forward to was going
back to bed"
— poems from my uncle’s grave (via oceanlist)
"What a wonderful thought it is that some of the best days of our lives haven’t happened yet."
— Unknown (via starteddancing-sexualromancing)