The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went.
― Virginia Woolf, Orlando (via fellinlovewithmelancholy)
You remember too much,
my mother said to me recently.

Why hold onto all that? And I said,
Where can I put it down?
― Anne Carson, from “The Glass Essay” (via bostonpoetryslam)
People do not seem to realize that their opinion of the world is also a confession of character.
― Ralph Waldo Emerson (via fy-perspectives)

kostalkidsofkalifornia:

he looks at me like he wants to figure me out, and i know that he can’t figure me out because he isn’t laughing and he isn’t arguing, he is just staring.

kostalkidsofkalifornia:

I know that I brought this all on myself. I know that I deserve this. I’d do anything not to be this way.