I sit beside the fire and think
Of all that I have seen
Of meadow flowers and butterflies
In summers that have been

Of yellow leaves and gossamer
In autumns that there were
With morning mist and silver sun
And wind upon my hair

I sit beside the fire and think
Of how the world will be
When winter comes without a spring
That I shall ever see

For still there are so many things
That I have never seen
In every wood in every spring
There is a different green

I sit beside the fire and think
Of people long ago
And people that will see a world
That I shall never know

But all the while I sit and think
Of times there were before
I listen for returning feet
And voices at the door


J.R.R. Tolkien (via observando)

dear sdb


I knew this was going to happen. I predicted it all so well. I tried to convince myself not to get to attached and fall hard. I know it hasn’t been long and we told ourselves to take it day by day, but you’re the one who is pulling away and not even being upfront. I could be wrong but it’s what it seems to be. I think of you constantly and I shouldn’t. Maybe it’s a good thing this spring fling between you and I is premature, my heart won’t hurt as much when we say our sweetest goodbye. All I asked you in the beginning was just to be honest with me and now we are in this beautiful mess.

"Perhaps this is what the stories meant when they called somebody heartsick. Your heart and your stomach and your whole insides felt empty and hollow and aching."

Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez (via observando)

"Nobody deserves your tears, but whoever deserves them will not make you cry."

Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez (via observando)

"She would defend herself, saying that love, no matter what else it might be, was a natural talent. She would say: You are either born knowing how, or you never know."

Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez (via observando)

"To look at her, you might not guess that inside she is laughing and crying, at her own stupidities and luckinesses, and at the strange enigmatic ways of the world which she will spend a lifetime trying to learn and understand."

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via the-girl-that-no-one-ever-knows)