"I don’t understand," she moaned. "I don’t understand anything any more." She was sobbing, her face hidden in the cushions, and I began saying meaningless words to her, for no other reason than to hear the purr of my voice. "You’ll get well, you’ve got to get well. Love isn’t everything…" And I knew very well that in her place I would never want to get well and bury my love with my own hands.

Simone de Beauvoir, from The Mandarins (via violentwavesofemotion)

i need to stop imagining scenarios in my head that have a -2% chance of actually happening it’s becoming a problem