The former you
gazes back at me from
undeveloped film,
and I realize I am
staring back at
a stranger.

I do not know who
you are anymore;
perhaps I never did.

Goodbye again.

I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken and I’d rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken pieces as long as i’ve lived
Margaret Mitchell (via feelbythe-moon)



(Source: hyrulecastles)

I’m used to it
The saddest thing you can hear someone say. (via softdean)

(Source: suckingonlarry)