— Augusten Burroughs (via creatingaquietmind)
Nature forging a baby. Brujas, Bélgica, fines del siglo XV
and bingo night is thursday
I think one of the saddest things is when two people really get to know each other: their secrets, their fears, their favourite things, what they love, what they hate, literally everything, and then they go back to being strangers. It’s like you have to walk past them and pretend like you never knew them, never even talked to them before, when really, you know everything about them.
— ~ Ernest Hemingway (via theroughcopy)
— C. J. Cherryh (via writegeek)