I am half agony, half hope…
— Jane Austen, Persuasion
Happy March 32nd, everyone!
“I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel”
— Maya Angelou (via suspend)
Can I live seeing you not knowing what day it is, not knowing where we are, not knowing who I am? Or will it break me? Will I just give up? It’s not about fair, is it? It’s about love. Is it selfish? Not to want to lose you? Not to want to be alone? I don’t wanna be alone. I want to do this. I want to see this through, with you, to the end. That’s my thing. It’s all I’ve got left.
