*Hello. My name is Milena. Welcome to my little world.*

All those little things… Sometimes they make sense.

Suddenly she realized that what she was regretting was not the lost past but the lost future, not what had not been but what would never be.

—F. Scott Fitzgerald, A Nice Quiet Place  (via beautyisanillusion)

(Source: larmoyante, via beautyisanillusion)