It is easy to love people in memory; the hard thing is to love them when they are there in front of you.
-John Updike, My Father’s Tears and Other Stories (via larmoyante)
who wants to give up on society and go live in a treehouse with me
(Source: tiredestprincess, via songwednesday)
For really to think about someone means thinking about that person every minute of the day, without letting one’s thoughts be diverted by anything—by meals, by a fly that settles on one’s cheek, by household duties, or by a sudden itch somewhere. But there are always flies and itches. That’s why life is difficult to live.
-Albert Camus (via kushandwizdom)