Why didn’t I learn to treat everything like it was the last time. My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future.
Jonathan Safran Foer (via observando)
August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.
Sylvia Plath (via tat-art)
No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel until he comes home and rests his head on his old, familiar pillow. - Lin Yutang