Suddenly she realized that what she was regretting was not the lost past but the lost future, not what had not been but what would never be.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, A Nice Quiet Place (via larmoyante)
Suddenly she realized that what she was regretting was not the lost past but the lost future, not what had not been but what would never be.
Posting again because I’m still proud of them, Tracey Emin inspired pillows, lyrics from ‘Inmates’ by The Good Life
But I burned
for you—
Being with someone who knows you isn’t the only thing that’s important. It’s also important for them to know how to properly care for you.
“When do you know it’s over?” He asked quietly.
“When someone stops trying,” she answered. “Or worse, when trying no longer works.”
You were red. You liked me cause I was blue. You touched me and suddenly I was a lilac sky and you decided purple just wasn’t for you.