I have promises to keep, & miles to go before I sleep, & miles to go before I sleep

“Why do we even bother? Why do we make ourselves so open to such easy damage? Is it all loneliness? Is it all fear? Or is it just to experience those narcotic moments of belonging with someone else?”

—David Levithan, Nick & Norah’s Infinite Playlist (via quotes-shape-us)

"Robbers" - 1975

We’ll give you one more fight
Said one more line
Will I know you

"If you want to go. Everyone wants you to stay. I want you to stay more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.’ His voice cracks with emotion. He stops, clears his throat, takes a breath, and continues. ‘But that’s what I want and I could see why it might not be what you want. So I just wanted to tell you that I understand if you go. It’s okay if you have to leave us. It’s okay if you want to stop fighting."

- Gayle Forman, If I Stay

“And that would suck, but I’d do it. I can lose you like that if I don’t lose you today. I’ll let you go. If you stay.”

—  Gayle Forman, If I Stay

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Cloths of Heaven by Seb Lester. Based on the poem ‘Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven’ by W B Yeats.

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Cloths of Heaven by Seb Lester. Based on the poem ‘Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven’ by W B Yeats.

“Every time you show your feelings, you apologize. Have you ever had an emotion in your life that you weren’t ashamed of?”

—R.J Anderson, Ultraviolet (via creatingaquietmind)

(Source: baker-94, via creatingaquietmind)

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the sound I heard when I was 9 and my father slammed the front door so hard behind him I swear to god it shook the whole house. For the next 3 years I watched my mother break her teeth on vodka bottles. I think she stopped breathing when he left. I think part of her died. I think he took her heart with him when he walked out. Her chest is empty, just a shattered mess or cracked ribs and depression pills.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s all the blood in the sink. It’s the night that I spent 12 hours in the emergency room waiting to see if my sister was going to be okay, after the boy she loved, told her he didn’t love her anymore. It’s the crying, and the fluorescent lights, and white sneakers and pale faces and shaky breaths and blood. So much blood.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the time that I had to stay up for two days straight with my best friend while she cried and shrieked and threw up on my bedroom floor because her boyfriend fucked his ex. I swear to god she still has tear streaks stained onto her cheeks. I think when you love someone, it never really goes away.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the six weeks we had a substitute in English because our teacher was getting divorced and couldn’t handle getting out of bed. When she came back she was smiling. But her hands shook so hard when she held her coffee, you could see that something was broken inside. And sometimes when things break, you can’t fix them. Nothing ever goes back to how it was. I got an A in English that year. I think her head was always spinning too hard to read any essays.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s that I do.

—It’s not that I don’t love you. (via exoticwild)

(Source: extrasad, via fuckyeahexistentialism)

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