Maybe…you’ll fall in love with me all over again.” “Hell,” I said, “I love you...– A Farewell To Arms, Ernest Hemingway (via itsherfactory)
There is something heartbreaking about nostalgia. The knowledge that it will never return, but also the realization that it will never leave you. Not until the day you die. And even then, it haunts those that are still living each day without you there. But then again, there is the inevitable truth of knowing that one day, your name will never be spoken again and, ultimately, no one will remember...
I usually solve problems by letting them devour me.– Franz Kafka (via samsambamalam)
Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is...– Edgar Allan Poe (via shockvalue5)