My past keeps getting thrown into my face.
Sometimes I can’t look you in the eye; you’re like a building that’s burned out inside, with the outer walls still standing.
|—||Anne Michaels, Fugitive Pieces (via teenager90s)|
It’s not the length of time we knew someone that makes them so special. It’s what they brought into our lives.
|—||Sandra Kring, A Life of Bright Ideas (via teenager90s)|
when you fuck up and realize there’s nothing you can do so you just accept it