“I don’t think I miss you, not really. But from time to time, I can’t help but wonder how you are. If your corner of the world is treating you right; if your happy days outnumber the bad. I do not miss you anymore… But I hope you know I remember.”— died-of-thirst
(via wnq-writers)
there’s so much intimacy in understanding. Someone who doesn’t understand you is not going to know how to love you because they don’t know who you are.
“I don’t even know why I’m surprised anymore.
I did this to myself.”
Sleep is just a 9 hour free trial of death, which you return every day.
(via longmemorabledays)