I have wanted to kill myself a hundred times, but somehow I am still in love with life.
Voltaire (via larmoyante)
For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning. T.S. Eliot (via manchannel)
And next year’s words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning. T.S. Eliot (via manchannel)
