niniwitch:
Someday, somewhere — anywhere, unfailingly, you'll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life."
niniwitch:
Sometimes crying or laughing are the only options left, and laughing feels better right now.
niniwitch:
And what if---what are you if the people who are supposed to love you can leave you like you're nothing?
niniwitch:
Absence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air.
niniwitch:
Inside me the whispers of the forest will be quiet: no tree will know what the weather was like
