"How quietly we endure all that falls upon us."
Khaled Hosseini, A Thousand Splendid Suns (via simple-like-a-mountain)
the salt in my wounds isn’t burning anymore than it used to
it’s not that i don’t feel the pain, it’s just i’m not afraid of hurting anymore.
fucking poetry. WE ARE NOT TRAGEDIES. THE MOON DOESN’T HAVE TO BE FULL FOR US TO LOVE IT, WE ARE NOT TRAGEDIES STRANDED HERE BENEATH IT. you are enough.