Life Map

A true war story is never about war. It’s about sunlight. It’s about the special way that dawn spreads out on a river when you know you must cross the river and march into the mountains and do things you are afraid to do. It’s about love and memory. It’s about sorrow. It’s about sisters who never write back and people who never listen.

—The things they carried

Why can’t we love the right people? What is so wrong with us that we rush into situations to which we are manifestly unsuited, which will hurt us and others? Why are we given emotions which we cannot control and which move in exact contradiction to what we really want? We are walking conflicts, internal battles on legs.

—Marian Keyes, The Other Side of the Story  (via xiobekhulit)

(Source: flentes, via xiobekhulit)

kittynmittens:

wait impatiently for a peak of your life when you begin to grow up and the people you knew for so long and spent so much time with must begin to grow up also. Whether they leave or stay, they all leave and stay. Slowly your paths begin to wind away from that vine you shared, farther and farther…