Unknown (via sanctaury)
Auf Wiedersehen, darling.
Rest with the angels, Eleanor Parker. Auf Wiedersehen, darling. You will be sorely missed. </3
I decided on you, don’t you get that? I decided on you. I don’t want to go fucking other people and then walk around feeling thrilled and then sad, or empty, or whatever. I like the smell of your hair, and I like the sound of your voice, and I fucking decided on you.
I cried until my eyes swelled shut, and then I slept, a black, dreamless sleep from which I awoke amazingly refreshed, at least until I remembered.
Elizabeth Berg (via perfect)