And if you asked her, she'd never let go

You remember too much,
my mother said to me recently.

Why hold onto all that? And I said,
Where can I put it down?

—Anne Carson, from “The Glass Essay” (via castlekeys)

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I don’t know about other people, but when I wake up in the morning and put my shoes on, I think, Jesus Christ, now what?

—Charles Bukowski (via loveyourchaos)

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You were unsure which pain is worse — the shock of what happened or the ache for what never will.

—Simon Van Booy, Everything Beautiful Began After (via loveyourchaos)

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