Destroy everything you love before everything you love destroys you.
Often it is the most deserving people who cannot help loving those who destroy them.
(P.S. None of these pictures are mine unless I say so.)
Jun 14th | 173 "We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations."
— Anaïs Nin