"And I began to let him go. Hour by hour. Days into months. It was a physical sensation, like letting out the string of a kite. Except that the string was coming from my center."
— Augusten Burroughs, You Better Not Cry (via quotethat)
"I will not be your “sometimes”."
— Six Word Story #2 (via artieshaw)
(Source: whispersofstardust, via jediteaparty)
"You’ll take my hand
And lead me
Somewhere we can be alone.
To keep me hidden,
Like your secrets,
Like your flaws,
Like your demons.
And I’ll let you,
Because people hide treasures, too,
— N.E.W., Hidden. (via lookingforsomeonewhocares)