Anonymous asked: Everything is stupid. Why do we go on ?
I am the sea too, and the stars, the wind and the rain,
I am everything that has form — for form is my seeing of it.
I am every sound — for sound is my hearing of it,
I am all flavours, each perfume, whatever can be touched,
For that which is perceptible is my perceiving of it,
And all sentience is mine.
They have no other existence, and neither have I —
for what they are I am, and what I am they are.
What the universe is I am, and what I am the universe is.
And there is no other at all, nor any one whatsover.
Sometimes you end up never speaking to someone who meant the world to you again. And that’s okay. You cope and you survive. Don’t let your losses keep you back from new gains.
I have been loving you a little more every minute since this morning.
—Victor Hugo, Les Misérables (via petrichour)
The struggle is very real.
1. “All romance books are exactly the same.”
Yep. Every single one is exactly like the other. EXACTLY.
2. “The endings are so predictable.”
This conversation is so predictable.
3. “You know romance doesn’t happen like that in real life.”