I suppose in the end, the whole of life becomes an act of letting go, but what always hurts the most is not taking a moment to say goodbye. (Life Of Pi - Ang Lee, 2012)
-True Detective (via hibernas)
I thought I understood it, that I could grasp it, but I didn’t, not really. Only the smudgeness of it; the pink-slippered, all-containered, semi-precious eagerness of it. I didn’t realize it would sometimes be more than whole, that the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea. Because it’s the halves that halve you in half. I didn’t know, don’t know, about the in-between bits; the gory bits of you, and the gory bits of me.
I hate it when people don’t respond to texts, and you know you have a shitty phone, so you’re not sure if the text even sent but you don’t wanna text them asking if they got your message because what if they’re just ignoring you and then you’d sound even more annoying than they already thought you were ugh
I always say that the times in my life when I’ve been happiest are the times when I’ve seen, like, a sunset.