The Space Between Before and After

And as paralyzing and upsetting as all the never agains were, my final leaving felt perfect. Pure. The most distilled possible form of liberation. Everything that mattered except one lousy picture was in the trash, but it felt so great. I started jogging, wanting to put even more distance between myself and school. It is so hard to leave— until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world.

—Paper Towns, John Green (via birdpoetwarrior)