I don’t want to meet you in a dark dingy bar where people have one thing on their mind. I want to meet you in a used book store, or a coffee shop, or while you’re walking your chocolate Labrador Somewhere away from pressures and beating speakers. I want to meet you where you are you.
“That’s how you stay alive. When it hurts so much you can’t breathe, that’s how you survive. By remembering that one day, somehow, impossibly, you won’t feel this way. It won’t hurt this much.”—Grey’s Anatomy (via settheworld-onfire-forhim)
I hope the words “I’m sorry” are in your vocabulary. The men in my life never say it when they’ve done something wrong. Those words coming from my mouth just to smooth things over are getting really old.
“I don’t miss him anymore. Most of the time, anyway. I want to. I wish I could but unfortunately, it’s true: time does heal. It will do so whether you like it or not, and there’s nothing anyone can do about it. If you’re not careful, time will take away everything that ever hurt you, everything you have lost, and replace it with knowledge. Time is a machine: it will convert your pain into experience… It will force you to move on and you will not have a choice in the matter.”—Charles Yu, How to Live Safely in a Science Fictional Universe (via larmoyante)