I think and think and think. I can’t stop thinking about that night, the clusters of red flares, the sky that was like black water, and how only hours before I lost everything, I had everything.
—Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer (via thechocolatebrigade)
there are worse things than
but it often takes decades
to realize this
when you do
it’s too late
and there’s nothing worse
—Charles Bukowski (via thechocolatebrigade)
She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.
—Eleanor & Park, Rainbow Rowell (via)