Sometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there’s no room for the present at all.
— Evelyn Waugh (via iwishihadanocean)
I went into the desert to forget about you. But the sand was the color of your hair. The desert sky was the color of your eyes. There was nowhere I could go that wouldn’t be you.
— Jeffrey Eugenides (via solemnness)
