The trouble is, if you don’t risk anything, you risk even more.
|—||Erica Jong (via spiritedmag)|
And so, I wait because you have already left and my work here, is done. I wait and wonder how my skin feels like it’s made of love letters written a hundred years too soon (too late). I wonder at the mystery of life and how much of it can possibly remain. I wonder at pain and hurt and love and time and how much of each I held. I wonder at how I cannot remember anything in my life before I met you. I wonder at the tiniest of touches and try, desperately, to keep their memories alive. I wonder at loneliness. I wonder at how long it’ll be, before I see you again. I wait. And I wonder.
This, as it had years before, worried me, which had the curious result of me eventually feeling worse about not feeling worse than about what it was I wasn’t feeling bad enough about it in the first place.
|—||Benton Kirby in P. Robert Smith’s Up A Tree In The Park At Night With A Hedgehog (via quote-book)|
Don’t stop doing what you love. Don’t let your future be ruined by a bunch of loony sand monkeys.
|—||Megan McCafferty (via julie911)|