Lately, though, in ways she couldn’t properly explain, things had begun to change. She woke at night sometimes with an inexplicable tugging in her soul; a desire, like hunger, but for what she couldn’t say. Dissatisfaction, longing, a deep and yawning absence, but no idea of how to fill it. No idea of what it was she missed. — Kate Morton
It is more fun to talk with someone who doesn’t use long, difficult words but rather short, easy words like "What about lunch?" - Winnie The Pooh
Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing. — Sylvia Plath
Seriously. Cheeking that much shit and they still let him walk away? What the fuck.
he ran away