When gods die, they die hard. It’s not like they fade away, or grow old, or fall asleep. They die in fire and pain, and when they come out of you, they leave your guts burned. It hurts more than anything you can talk about. And maybe worst of all is, you’re not sure if there will ever be another god to fill their place. Or if you’d ever want another god to fill their place. You don’t want fire to go out inside you twice. —The Wednesday Wars
by Gary D. Schmidt (via nerd-chic
Every single day during our relationship, no matter where in the world I was, I´d get a telegram from Frank saying he loved me and missed me.
I sit before flowers
hoping they will train me in the art
of opening up —The Student, Shane Koyczan (via bokura
The Mincing Ravenstag’s Guide to Troubled Psychopaths (x)