How much of human life is lost in waiting?
— Ralph Waldo Emerson (via thorninyourside)
House ended…
I don’t know what I’ll do Monday nights anymore.
I don’t know what I’ll be looking forward to every Sunday or Monday afternoon,
or any other day of the week, really…
At least he didn’t die.
You’re wrong.
The question is not
“How many times can your heart be broken?”
The question is
“How many times can it heal?”
Love proudly. Let it burn anything between you.
Even after the entire world has taken me apart, there’s still a part of me left for you.
