lynnerdo:

IM FUCKING DYYING


We forget too soon the things we thought we could never forget. We forget the loves and the betrayals alike, forget what we whispered and what we screamed, forget who we were.
Joan Didion, Slouching Toward Bethlehem
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fuckyeah1990s:

Salem Saberhagen

But then it passed, as all things do.
Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed (via youngfolksociety)

unreliablemodernist:

*holds it together on the streets, has an existential crisis in the sheets*