Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.
― Kait Rokowski (via sharingneedles)

(Source: writingsforwinter)

Wouldn’t hurt to re-evaluate your product (yourself), and exactly what it is that you’re putting out on the market.  

John Legend - Save Room

Sometimes I remind myself that I almost skipped the party, that I almost went to a different college, that the whim of a minute could have changed everything and everyone. Our lives, so settled, so specific, are built on happenstance.
― Anna Quindlen, Every Last One