Forgive them. All of your thems. The more thems you can forgive, the better you’ll feel.
Karen Salmansohn (via kvtes)
A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.
In a sense, I’m the one who ruined me: I did it myself.
Only after disaster can we be resurrected. It’s only after you’ve lost everything that you’re free to do anything. Nothing is static, everything is evolving, everything is falling apart.
