Sometimes at night I suddenly become aware of all the things I’m missing out on right now, and all the people who I’m not close to anymore, and all of the good times that will never happen again, and all the people who meant the world to me who have forgotten about me forever, and I get this awful feeling that’s kind of like a mix between loneliness and nostalgia.
The only time you see ugliness in ppl is when there’s absence of LOVE.
Love from others, love for this world, love for oneself.
When you’re soaked in tears for years, it never airs out
When you make pain look this good it never wears out
written by Evelyn Waugh (via rsvnr)
The hardest thing to live with is not believing. And I desperately would like to. I want to believe things will change, that it will get better, but it doesn’t…
I don’t believe in things that make humans feel alive; like love, friendship, hope, trust & faith. I lost it all.
written by Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via rsvnr)
You live everyday, yet your days have no significance; makes no difference whether you’re dead or alive.