The worst thing in the world can happen, but the next day the sun will come up. And you will eat your toast. And you will drink your tea.

Rhian Ellis, After Life  (via calmfolly)

I always reblog this when I see it.

(via goddess-of-moss)

I am winter, but I wish I was spring.

I used to dream of love, but now I dream of nothing.

I thought I wanted to find you, but now I just want to be found.

I am growing numb to love, when I wish I was warmed by it.

I don’t know anymore.

T.B. LaBerge // Unwritten Letters to You (via tblaberge)