"The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink."
— T.S. Eliot (via cassoday)
(Source: peterthewebslingerparker, via bittenlipsandkissedwrists)
what’s it called when you have friends but you’re still lonely
(Source: burgrs, via overly-proper)
"Would losing me even be a loss?"
— (All I wonder)
(Source: daggerred, via overly-proper)
"So, do it. Decide. Is this the life you want to live? Is this the person you want to love? Is this the best you can be? Can you be stronger? Kinder? More Compassionate? Decide. Breathe in. Breathe out and decide"
— Meredith Grey (via badtexter)
(Source: whilde-daisi, via when-skies-collide)