"Peter, what is the matter with you? You love this girl with all your heart and soul. Does she know that? Have you told her? Give her that. The rest of it is up to her. And you don’t have forever. None of us ever do.”
Writing isn’t the same as speaking, I struggle with conversation.
New Harper’s Bazaar outtakes.
I would sleep so much better with you laying here
Late night 10 word story (via enolajay)
And all this ceaseless labor—to what end? Merely to entomb oneself deeper and deeper in silence, it seems, so deep that one can never be dragged out of it again by anybody.
Franz Kafka || Investigations of a Dog (via socratic-thinker)