And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul,...– Sylvia Plath (via deepseathoughts)
I cannot bring myself to miss you. No, no. It cannot be this way. I miss only the kisses, dear. Light as the touch of your fingers trailing across my skin.
Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m...– Extremely Loud And Incredibly Close, Jonathan Safran Foer (via forthewidowsinparadise)