You can only lose what you cling to.
-Buddha (via vonvader)
I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, ‘This is what it is to be happy.’
-Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via observando)
I think hell is something you carry around with you. Not somewhere you go.
-Neil Gaiman, The Sandman (via dear-mathilda)
I don’t pay attention to the
It has ended for me
and began again in the morning.
-Nayyirah Waheed (via theunquotables)