“If you can just stop loving her then you never really loved her at all. Love doesn’t work that way. If you ever truly love someone, then it never goes away. It can become something else. There are all different sorts of love. It can even become hate—a thin line and all that—and, really, hate is just another kind of caring.”—Blakney Francis, Someone I Used to Know (via blackbruise)
There is just something about 1 am - 4 am that makes me so ambitious, like I suddenly want to learn sign language, redecorate my room, take a walk, see what my yard looks like from the roof, make an origami treadmill.
“A dying friend once told me, ‘I wish I hadn’t spent so many Mondays wishing it were Friday. I also wish I had made better use of those Fridays, for better stories on Monday.’”—A Wolf’s Thoughts (via sleepychick)