And I have by me, for my comfort, two strange white flowers— shriveled now, and brown and flat and brittle— to witness that even when mind and strength had gone, gratitude and a mutual tenderness still lived on in the heart of man.
H.G. Wells, from The Time Machine(via the-final-sentence)
Sometimes transitional periods in life leave you feeling like a great big jumble of loose, split ends.Brandi L. Bates (via psych-facts)
I miss the quiet empty road at night. The road I would take to a friend’s house and laughter would only be a few minutes away. The same plaza where familiar faces would go to buy booze for a weekend party. The same place where I used to work as a busy student. The bus stop. The boring town. That life. The people in it. I didn’t even have the chance to say bye. And I feel like a ghost every time I come back to it.