I notice that Autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature.
|—||Friedrich Nietzsche (via happy-absturz)|
Dad called and told me to go check the sunset
Who were you before they broke your heart
|—||I don’t remember (via fuckreiva)|
Most things will be okay eventually, but not everything will be. Sometimes you’ll put up a good fight and lose. Sometimes you’ll hold on really hard and realize there is no choice but to let go. Acceptance is a small, quiet room.
|—||Cheryl Strayed (via poemsbydes)|