I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.
L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables (via flyingmind)
You must love in such a way that the person you love feels free.
Thich Nhat Hanh (via lovequotesrus)
I almost thanked you for
teaching me something about survival
but then I remembered
that the ocean never
handed me the gift of swimming.
I gave it to myself.
Y.Z, what I forgot to remember (via rustyvoices)
Sometimes I turn around and catch the smell of you and I cannot go on
I cannot fucking go on without expressing this terrible so fucking awful
physical aching fucking longing I have for you. And I cannot believe
that I can feel this for you and you feel nothing. Do you feel nothing?
Sarah Kane, 4.48 Psychosis (via dolorimeter)
People pontificate, “Suicide is selfishness.” Career churchmen like Pater go a step further and call in a cowardly assault on the living. Oafs argue this specious line for varying reason: to evade fingers of blame, to impress one’s audience with one’s mental fiber, to vent anger, or just because one lacks the necessary suffering to sympathize. Cowardice is nothing to do with it - suicide takes considerable courage. Japanese have the right idea. No, what’s selfish is to demand another to endure an intolerable existence, just to spare families, friends, and enemies a bit of soul-searching.
David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas (via observando)