That’s the way I am. Either I forget immediately or I never forget.
— Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot
Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.
— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince (via larmoyante)
I am figuring out which parts of my personality are mine and which ones I created to please you.
— The Dust On This Poem Could Choke You/ Lora Mathis (via mcdontgiveafuck)