I am like you. I am like you. I too at times am filled with so much fear. But like a hallway, I must find the strength to walk through it. Walk through this with me. Through this church that is ours — this church of bone. […] Bend with me. In this church of ours.

There is a doorknob glowing like chance. Clutch it. Turn and pull. Step through. Chin up. Back straight. Eyes open. Hearts loud.

Walk through this with me.
Walk through this with me.
Anis Mojgani, from "Closer" (via weissewiese)

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Let me tell you a few things about regret…There is no end to it. You cannot find the beginning of the chain that brought us from there to here. Should you regret the whole chain, and the air in between, or each link separately as if you could uncouple them? Do you regret the beginning which ended so badly, or just the ending itself?
Janet Fitch, White Oleander (via splitterherzen)

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