I forgave everybody, I gave up, I got drunk.
|—||Jack Kerouac, On the Road (via the-century)|
Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny. And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it’s all over.
and in the mountains.
If you’re brave enough to say goodbye, life will reward you with a new hello.
The truth is, I pretend to be a cynic, but I am really a dreamer who is terrified of wanting something she may never get.
|—||Joanna Hoffman (via perfect)|