I want to be bitter, jealous and sad about this but I can’t. I need to get my shit together and move on.
I believe the sound of someone’s laughter is the most idyllic sound.
Today I feel my past like an unbearable weight, I feel that it interferes with my present life, that it must be the cause for this withdrawal, my closing the doors. Until now, I had the feeling of beginning anew, with all the hopes and freshness and freedom which erases the past mysteries and restrictions. What has happened? And what sorrow, and coldness. I feel as If I carried inscribed over me: my past killed me.
The bravest people are the ones who don’t mind looking like cowards.
T.H. White, The Once and Future King (via observando)
no amount of 11:11 wishes or shooting stars will bring you back