"Eto mu ona. Eto mu sve žene ovoga sveta. Prosto mu bilo. Meni ne treba, meni više ne treba."
What if you wake up one morning and you’re in bed with the love of your life and they have their arm around you and their snoring like a fucking ass hole, but you can’t help but to smile and you hear a baby crying and it finally hits you, you’ve made it. you beat the demons inside you, the voices, the darkness. I look forward to that, to knowing I made it.
“A dying friend once told me, ‘I wish I hadn’t spent so many Mondays wishing it were Friday. I also wish I had made better use of those Fridays, for better stories on Monday.’”
— (letters my grandpa wrote about my grandmother)
“She is not mine. I don’t think she could ever be anyone’s.
She doesn’t want to be owned. That’s what I love most about her.” ...