by rcd826
Cause you never think that the last time is the last time. You think there will be more. You think you have forever, but you don’t.
Meredith Grey, Grey’s Anatomy (via satans-ghost)

(Source: morelovexlesshate, via kaitdee)

Much of Hamlet is about the precise kind of slippage the mourner experiences: the difference between being and seeming, the uncertainty about how the inner translates into the outer, the sense that one is expected to perform grief palatably. (If you don’t seem sad, people worry; but if you are grief-stricken, people flinch away from your pain.)

Meghan O’Rourke on how Hamlet can helps us through grief and despair.

O’Rourke’s moving memoir of losing her mother is a must-read for anyone who has ever lost a loved one or ever will – which is just about all of us capable of love.

(via explore-blog)
There are times when it will go so wrong that you will barely be alive, and times when you realise that being barely alive, on your own terms, is better than living a bloated half-life on someone else’s terms.
Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal? (via larmoyante)
allthingseurope:

Munster, Germany (by muenster.ms)
lipstick-lesbian:

♀♡♀

unclefather:

we take for granted all the times our nose isn’t stuffy

(via vvienr)

ivuhos:

nuddily:

tenuously:

is this not everybody’s dream? imagine living here for the summer. sigh. 

too perfect

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