There are years that ask questions and years that answer.
Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God (via observando)
There must be something strangely sacred in salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.
Kahlil Gibran (via a-thousand-words)
You are allowed to be alive. You are allowed to be somebody different. You are allowed to not say goodbye to anybody or explain a single thing to anyone, ever.
Augusten Burroughs (via fleurslibres)
I want to be alone…with someone else who wants to be alone.
Dimitri Zaik (via sad-plath)
Everything seems to be exhausting me, no matter how much sleep or how much coffee I drink or how long I lie down, something inside me seems to have given up. My soul is tired.
Unknown (via impawssibly)