— Paula McLain, The Paris Wife (via whentheheartwaits)
Don’t tell me that you love me, because anyone can tell me that. Tell me that I make you tear up with anger and frustration, but at the end of the day you still want to lay down next to me, put your arms around me, and sleep.
— Unknown (via ivoryhandsonivorykeys)
I wonder how many people I’ve looked at all my life and never seen.
— John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent (via silents)
You crushed me, giving you a second chance would be like giving you another round of bullets.
— (via icanrelateto)