I want to feel all there is to feel, he thought. Let me feel tired, now, let me feel tired. I mustn’t forget, I’m alive, I know I’m alive, I mustn’t forget it tonight or tomorrow or the day after that.
I opened my mouth, almost said something. Almost. The rest of my life might have turned out differently if I had. But I didn’t.
But it happens that I want you, and so I just haven’t room for any other desires.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned (via larmoyante)
My witness is the empty sky.
She wanted something to happen - something, anything: she did not know what.
i’m not in love, i’m not in love, i’m not in love.
but it still feels like shit.