Some live in the past and some learn from it
some walk through the fire and some burn from it..

"what matters most is how well you walk through the fire"
charles bukowski
"When I first met you, that’s what I remember. I looked up at the sky and thought, I’m going to love this person because even the sky looks different.”
— Margaret Stohl,  ”Beautiful Chaos  (via vfilthy)
"In this love you are like a knife with which I explore myself.”
— Franz Kafka, Letters To Milena  (via petrichour)