I am suffering and it’s no one’s fault. My relationship with myself has gone off track.
― Evelyne Lanzmann, from a letter to Jean-Paul Sartre  (via adieufranz)

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brandywarhol:

one day i will fall in love with someone and terrorize them with all the beautiful songs and poems about love i’ve gathered but had no one to dedicate them to

J’ai cru que t’écrire apaiserait ma peine. Au fond, ces lettres n’avaient qu’un but : faire un bilan, celui de notre vie. Dire à ceux qui les liront qui tu étais, qui nous étions. Mettre à jour mes souvenirs, te dire combien, au bout du compte, j’ai été heureux avec toi, grâce à toi.
― Pierre Bergé, Lettres à Yves (via laceremoniedesadieux)
Then one day, suddenly, it ends, it changes, I don’t understand, it dies, or it’s me, I don’t understand that either. I ask the words that remain— sleeping, waking, morning, evening. They have nothing to say.
― Samuel Beckett, Endgame (via hellanne)
If you love something, let it go.
If you don’t love something, definitely let it go.

Basically, just drop everything, who cares.
― B.J. Novak (via apeironn)

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