aseaofquotes:

Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha
The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains. Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha (via larmoyante)
ansley11:

The fact that I wanted to say this but didn’t
featherandarrow:

Titan aka the Mermaid Moon
kushandwizdom:

Everything Love
solarsvstems:

(via 500px / Journey’s End by Michael Bollino)