Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them. Dandelion Wine by Ray Bradbury (via zubat)
It’s nearly 3am. I am very sad and I wish to be in love again. Mutual love.