I knew I’d miss you. But the surprising thing is, you never leave me. I never forget a thing. Every kind of love, it seems, is the only one. It doesn’t happen twice. And I never expected that you could have a broken heart and love with it too, so much that it doesn’t seem broken at all.
Jodi Lynn Anderson, Tiger Lily (via perfect)
Falling. No becauses.
Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry dated 20 June 1933 (via c-ovet)