i said to the sun, tell me about the big bang. the sun said, it hurts to become.
— andrea gibson
Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.
— Sylvia Plath (via larmoyante)
The pure present is an ungraspable advance of the past devouring the future. In truth, all sensation is already memory.
— Henri Bergson (via cat-bones)
have you ever been so confused about how you feel about everything you cant even shout or scream or cry about it, you kinda just sit there and let it devour you