“There are a few things in life so beautiful they hurt: swimming in the ocean while it rains, reading alone in empty libraries, the sea of stars that appear when you’re miles away from the neon lights of the city, bars after 2am, walking in the wilderness, all the phases of the moon, the things we do not know about the universe, and you.”— Beau Taplin
“If there is a future life, and we meet in it, I will kneel down and kiss your feet for everything you’ve given me on earth.”— Ivan Bunin, from The Collected Short Stories; “Late Hour,” wr. c. 1931
I wanted to write out everything i'l m feeling and I just dont know where to start or how. I dont understand what goes on in my head, its everything and nothing at the same time and I get so overwhelmed and I cant deal with this nothing and I just cant put you through this constant whip lashing of emotional stress
I’m exhausting you and I just can’t keep doing this.
