"And if it’s good enough, it will last as long as there are human beings."
— Ernest Hemingway (via elenahol)
"You loved me - then what right had you to leave me? Because misery, and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict could have parted us, you, of your own will, did it. I have not broken your heart - you have broken it - and in breaking it, you have broken mine."
— Emily Brontë (via cityyandcolour)
(Source: bavarde, via wanderlustandsuch)
It’s so funny how the simplest things blossom into a memory. Ill be doing something as ordinary as watering flowers or jumping into a less-than-warm pool and the nostalgia hits me right in the pit of my stomach. I think of spraying you with the hose when you drove up on my driveway or taking the first cannonball in my pool and cuddling because of the shivers that settled in our bones. I hate this because I never know when to expect it and it’s slowly ruining me.
I hate that I cant hug you and kiss you when you look so heartbreakingly gorgeous
