I feel all shadows of the universe multiplied deep inside my skin.
Virginia Woolf, From a diary entry dated 5 November 1931 (via mirroir)
You think ‘Okay, I get it, I’m prepared for the worst’, but you hold out that small hope, see, and that’s what fucks you up. That’s what kills you.
Stephen King, “Joyland” (via de-payse)
I feel so happy and at peace.
But im ready for what will come