I have spent my life waiting for something to happen,’ she said. ‘And I have come to understand that nothing will. Or it already has, and I blinked during that moment and it’s gone. I don’t know which is worse — to have missed it or to know there is nothing to miss.’
every time you hear the alarm go off and feel the clothing on your skin and smell the bed sheets and sense your heart beating against your chest, your eyes fill themselves with water, burning liquid that turns cold when it runs down your cheeks. you hear yourself cursing the day the second you open your eyes. you’re still here… you are still here and it hits you like a rock thrown against glass.
—every morning i find my inner self crying about the fact that i woke up (via kurai-reii)