“She was like milk - too pale, too pure, too simple. She was made to be spoiled.”

Sometimes it is the smallest thing that saves us: the weather growing cold, a child’s smile, and a cup of excellent coffee.

—Jonathan Carroll (via feellng)

(Source: feellng, via langleav)

In times of grief and sorrow I will hold you and rock you and take your grief and make it my own. When you cry I cry and when you hurt I hurt. And together we will try to hold back the floods to tears and despair and make it through the potholed street of life

—Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook (via kushandwizdom)