My mother was right: When you’ve got nothing left, all you can do is get into silk underwear and start reading Proust.
— Jane Birkin (via supermodelgif)
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief, and unspeakable love.
— Rumi (via seabois)
'just you and me against the world' more like 'just you and me against a wall' am i right