I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.
— Daphne Rae, Love Until It Hurts (via observando)
Only in Illinois would you pass a dead dear on the side of the road that has a “Get Well Soon” balloon attached to it.
Castlepoint Reef at dawn (by Lynn Clayton)
When it comes to the past, everyone writes fiction.
— Joyland by Stephen King (via theliteraryexpedition)