You keep telling me to be glad for what we had while we had it.
That the brightest flame burns quickest.
Which means you saw us as a candle.
And I saw us as the sun.
— Iain S. Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via larmoyante)
Maybe I was destined to forever fall in love with people I couldn’t have. Maybe there’s a whole assortment of impossible people waiting for me to find them. Waiting to make me feel the same impossibility over and over again.
— Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I’m Home (via larmoyante)
October extinguished itself in a rush of howling winds and driving rain and November arrived, cold as frozen iron, with hard frosts every morning and icy drafts that bit at exposed hands and faces.
— J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (via thatkindofwoman)