They all carried ghosts
The loneliest moment in someones life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.
It was very sad, he thought. The things men carried inside. The things men did or felt they had to do.
But his love was too much for him, he felt paralyzed, he wanted to sleep inside her lungs and breathe her blood and be smothered.
Fuera cual fuera el asunto las escribía para ella, las reía y las lloraba para ella, y en cada palabra se me iba la vida.
i don’t know why but i would like to see this book made into a movie(via deepinthecellofmyheart)
Stories can save us.