Of course, you never really forget anyone, but you certainly release them. You stop allowing their history to have any meaning for you today. You let them change their haircut, let them move, let them fall in love again. And when you see this person you have let go, you realize that there is no reason to be sad. The person you knew exists somewhere, but you are separated by too much time to reach them again.
Chelsea Fagan, How We Let People Go (via vrban)
I have to write to be happy whether I get paid for it or not. But it’s a hell of a disease to be born with. I like to do it. Which is even worse. That makes it from a disease into a vice. Then I want to do it better than anyone has ever done it which makes it into an obsession. An obsession is terrible. Hope you haven’t got any.
Ernest Hemingway (via aestheticintrovert)
(Source: theunnovelist, via incoloure)
I would betray all of you in the Hunger Games
It was the way you looked me, with so much guilt and honesty before you said it. The way you whispered it in my ear when I leaned in for hug. How you held me there and made me listen as you repeated it again and again. “I don’t love you anymore, I don’t love you anymore. I don’t..” It was soft at first but you got louder and louder towards the end. And I want to say that you’re heartless for doing what you did but I swear I think I heard your voice crack. It was how my t-shirt felt wet as we stood there outside my house while you clung to me, how I was too shocked to cry because I actually thought we were having good day together. It was how sorry you sounded, how lost you left me feeling, how our goodbye came long before I was ready that truly broke me.
Someone asked me about you today. (via unlively)
One day I’ll wake up and be glad I did
Something I have to keep reminding myself (via shutdownthecity)
(Source: satanss-mistress, via wrxst)