Autumn. Twilight. Fire lit. Restless. Solitary. She sits. She goes to window. She stands. She sits. Twilight. She thinks. She writes. She sighs. Twilight. Solitary.

James Joyce, The Complete Works; “Solitary Hotel”

Read more at wordsnquotes

(via wnq-writers)

(Source: wordsnquotes.com)

Like the tide, you are predicable. And like the waves, I must carry on.
sighril (via wnq-writers)
i will break myself in half for you
and understand when you tell me
you are too tired
to put me back together
rosediette (via wnq-writers)