goodbye.

John Keats to Fanny Brawne, 10 July 1819.

Forget nothing, and think many things of it. Goodnight. Goodnight. Goodnight.

“Dear Cecilia, you’d be forgiven for thinking me mad, the way I acted this afternoon. The truth is I feel rather lightheaded and foolish in your presence, Cee, and I don’t think I can blame the heat. Will you forgive me?”

Arctic Monkeys - You’re so Dark (Full Song)

Take your risks now, as you grow older you become more fearful and less flexible. And I mean that literally. I hurt my knee this week on the treadmill, and it wasn’t even on.

Keira Knightley photographed by Greg Williams for Telegraph Magazine, September 2012

I was trying to be romantic.

we’re fickle, stupid beings with poor memories and a great gift for self destruction