We all long to receive love.
But what have we done for love?
The unspoken often permeates through the leftover space.
Let it be hope, for not all the light were taken away.
(Source: spuandi, via letusbeinfinite)
(Source: vvolare, via fickle-whimsy)
(Source: extrasad, via theworldisnotenough)
(Source: nevver)
It’s engraved on my mind.
Burned into my skin.
A proof of its existence.
Regardless of how hard I’ve resisted,
I’m haunted by the not-a-regret and I-tried-my-best.
I want to be able to look back and say:
There it is,
my mark.
(Source: kissthesea, via fickle-whimsy)
“I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look, or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.”
