it’s true that I burnt down Rome for you. yes I fought myself and then bleed. bleed onto the paper but now the ink

“I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.” -

If life were eternal, all interest and anticipation would vanish. It is uncertainty which lends it fascination.


Yet this silence is lined, I promise you, it is lined with tenderness. And if you doubt this, remember touching with your


How do we forgive ourselves for all the things we did not become?


There are people we meet in life who miss being important to us by inches, days, or heartbeats. Another place or time or

_Jonathan Carroll_

I have placed all of my love into my own hands and asked the heavens to send me something beautiful I have asked myself

What else is love but understanding and rejoicing in the fact that another person lives, acts, and experiences otherwise than

_Friedrich Nietzsche, Human, All Too Human_

William Shakespeare, Macbeth: Act I, Scene 4

I wanted it so much. I don’t know why I wanted it so much.

_Ernest Hemingway // Cat in the Rain_

I can tell you’re not yourself lately, and I hope wherever you’ve gone, you feel free.

_R.M. Drake_

How glad I am that you exist.

_Vita Sackville-West_

In my heart there was a kind of fighting that would not let me sleep.

I used to weave crowns

If we wait until we’re ready, we’ll be waiting for the rest of our lives.


Emily Dickinson, We Grow Accustomed to the Dark, from The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson TEXT: "And so

listen: there’s a hell of a good universe next door; let’s go


People don’t always want to be with people. It gets tiring.


The universe is seeming really huge right now… I need something to hold on to.


I’m older than Time and Space, because I’m conscious. Things derive from me; the whole of Nature is the offspring of


[Love] must be something like that, she thought now, something ineffable that comes from outside and fills us; something


She knew that some night [love] would burst and blaze, and it would rise in her again and again, would course in her blood,


All your life you wait, and then it finally comes, and are you ready?


Life went on without you. Of course, it did. of course, it does. It was just an ending, not the end.