I babysit for a girl who use to think her mom’s name was “my love” because her dad said it so often to her and that’s just freaking cute I can’t
(Source: cutielife, via thecuriouscaseofkatie)
"And there will come a time, you’ll see, with no more tears.
And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears."
— Mumford & Sons, “After the Storm”
"If I cannot move heaven, I will raise hell."
— Virgil’s Aeneid, book VII.312 (via the-green-hand)
I’ve been feeling tired lately.
Tired enough to look at alternatives to living.
I weigh the options in my head in-between yawns.
Work or a bottle of pain relievers?
Leaving my bed or jumping off a bridge?
The thing of rope in the garage or what,
an education? A landlord to pay rent to?
Another day to fill?
What’s the point?
I say the words aloud, hoping they’ll make more sense.
Three syllables. Three clicks of the tongue.
What’s. The. Point?
But a part of me
(that has perhaps existed longer than my questioning)
No one knows.
We are all here to find out.
— Making My Own Point | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)
"Dig yourself a ditch, six
feet deep, and bury everything that you’ve ever
said, everything that you’ve never
meant, and everything that has
burned you and left you with nothing
— Shinji Moon, excerpt from “Advice From Dionysus” (via commovente)