If you’ve been up all night and cried till you have no more tears left in you―you will know that there comes in the end a sort of quietness. You feel as if nothing was ever going to happen again.
— C.S. Lewis (via winterkristall)
I want so much that is not here and do not know where to go.
— Charles Bukowski (via viole-r)
All the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water. And that’s the tragedy of living.
— Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via zombridiaries)
