“When you lose the love of your life, it doesn’t matter if you’re 13, 39 or 80. It’s going to hurt for the rest of your life.”
– my 79 years old grandma
(via written-on-polaroids)
“Do you think about me? Often? Or non-stop? Maybe sometimes? Never or only when you are drunk? Whichever it is, I hope you do think about me.”
– Hedonist Poet
(via hedonistpoet)
