Someone: *Breathes*

For old times sake is actually such a heartbreaking and beautiful sentiment. Like, let’s do it for the love that used to be here. It is reason enough.

i only ever thought

there was two types of loves

the kind you’d kill for

and the kind you’d die for.

but you, my darling,

you were the kind of love

i would live for.

Ernest Hemingway, from his novel titled "A Farewell To Arms," originally publ. in 1929

Sylvia Plath, aged 22, in a letter to her mother (dated Sunday, 9 January 1955)

Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait in Letters

familiar is only an ache.

— Scott-Patrick Mitchell, from "inner pity poems," Clean: Faith, Abuse and George Pell

so much left to say