I have buried you in every place I’ve been. You keep ending up in my shaking hands.
— Justin Vernon, “A Song For a Lover of Long Ago” (via lapluspetitefille)
Two things define you. Your patience when you have nothing, and your attitude when you have everything.
— Unknown (via -killerqueen)
I have an endless scream in me,
and I don’t know which is screaming, my heart
or my intestines.
— Rainer Maria Rilke, from “The Song the Blind Man Sings,” (via fuckinq)
