I stare at stars and trip on sidewalks. I like love letters and sometimes I walk with my fingers crossed.
Sometimes I really don’t feel like existing like not in a suicidal way but I just wish there was a way of pausing life so that I could sleep for a few weeks and figure some stuff out and then not...
“And then the line was quiet but not dead.
You are the fire, and I'm the chimney. You'll burn away and I'll choke on your memory. All the words, my sense, you're the poet to my pen. You are the dream that brings morning sadness.
“Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans...
"There are two kinds of visual memory: one when you skillfully recreate an image in the laboratory of your mind, with your eyes open, and the other when you instantly evoke, with shut eyes, on the...
I will end up destroying myself one way or another..
We escape our homes to simply find our homes.
I buried stars under your skin and came back years later to dig them up, only to find that they had decayed into black holes.
She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. - Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov.
Salt and alcohol, moments tearing at the seams and fading into piles of skeletons. Unsaid words bending at the spine..
Tea just makes my insides feel like they're being hugged by someone in a big fluffy sweater..
Here's to the moon, for always hanging so perfectly somewhere between falling down and rising tall enough to kiss the stars .
exception, n. A thing which takes the liberty to differ from other things of its class, as an honest man, a truthful woman, etc.
When I'm with you, it's like we're the only ones who exist. Everything else just fades into the background...
emotion, n. A prostrating disease caused by a determination of the heart to the head. It is sometimes accompanied by a copious discharge of hydrated chloride of sodium from the eyes.
eloquence, n. The art of orally persuading fools that white is the color that it appears to be. It includes the gift of making any color appear white. - The Devil's Dictionary, Ambrose Bierce.
cupid, n. The so-called god of love. This bastard creation of a barbarous fancy was no doubt inflicted upon mythology for the sins of its deities.
alderman, n. An ingenious criminal who covers his secret thieving with a pretence of open marauding. - The Devil's Dictionary, Ambrose Bierce.
abnormal, adj. Not conforming to standard. In matters of thought and conduct, to be independent is to be abnormal, to be abnormal is detested. - The Devil's Dictionary, Ambrose Bierce.
masochist, n. If there wasn't a word for it, would we realize our masochism as much. - The Lover's Dictionary, David Levithan.
basis, n. There has to be a moment at the beginning when you wonder whether you're in love with the person or in love with the feeling of love itself.
awhile, adv. I love the vagueness of words that involve time. It took him awhile to come back - it could be a matter of minutes or hours, days or years.
autonomy, n. "I want my books to have their own shelves." you said, and that's how I knew it would be okay to live together. - The Lover's Dictionary, David Levithan.
abstraction, n. Love is one kind of abstraction. And there are those nights when I sleep alone, when I curl into a pillow that isn't you. When I hear the tiptoe sounds that aren't yours.
arrears, n. My faithfulness was as unthinking as your lapse. Of all the things I thought would go wrong, I never thought it would be that. "It was a mistake", you said.
I swear all my problems would magically disappear if I had a giraffe.............
The thought of you really kills me. I think of you and wish I could take back every memory and words we spoke to each other..
Sometimes I like to walk/wander around and listen to Radiohead and maybe think about things between us that will never happen...
I need you to know that I know how scared you are of being pulled away by others. You're afraid of being left alone... I need you to know that you are too important for me to leave.
I'll trace the outlines of your bones until they match mine..
I know you mean nothing but it's the kind of nothing that you can make something out of.
When I open my eyes, it's early afternoon. My head rests on Peeta's arm. I don't remember him coming in last night. I turn, being careful not to disturb him, but he's already awake.
Peeta, who spends much of the night roaming the train, hears me screaming as I struggle to break out of the haze of drugs that merely prolong the horrible dreams.
Emma: I know I can't just call you. Adam: No. You can't. Emma: I know. I hurt you. I'm sorry. I don't know why I wasted so much time pretending I didn't care.
"Hey. You can't call me and tell me that you miss me. I don't want to have that conversation on the phone. So you can't text me and you can't e-mail me, and you can't.... write on my wall.
"Find what you love and let it kill you." - Bukowski.
"Because sometimes things happen to people and they're not equipped to deal with them." - Katniss, Catching Fire.
It's like one day you flipped a switch and became someone I never knew..
No amount of coffee, no amount of crying, no amount of whiskey, no amount of wine.... Nothing else will do. I've got to have you..
Being happy and staying happy are two very different things..
I hate how people say "I'm here for you" when really they aren't. I hear those words and I just brush it off...
It feels like a thousand exclamation points in my heart.... And one big question mark constantly, constantly, constantly on my mind....
Sometimes I am just happy to be alone and enjoy my own company..
I raise my eyebrows before I remember he doesn’t know about the message Haymitch sent us a couple of nights ago. One kiss equals one pot of broth. It’s not the sort of thing I can blurt out, either.
Despite my best efforts, I can feel tears starting to pool in my eyes. Peeta looks at me in concern. “What is it.
I'm just not gonna share my self-criticism with you if you're just going to criticize me for criticizing myself. We good?.
I'm not drunk, I'm just intoxicated by you..
All the things you've ever made me feel, I keep sealed tight in a jar.............. I hope it doesn't leak..
My incapability to let people and things go will always remain as one of my greatest weaknesses..
Everytime I hear your name, I get a quite sickly feeling plus butterflies in the pit of my stomach.... Is that a good thing or a bad thing?.
Some days taste like lemonade, some days feel like razorblades..
There are some people who would never have fallen in love if they had not heard there was such a thing.
I wish I was nine again and all I ever did was lie down, watch silly cartoons, paint, read pocketbooks, listen to cheesy pop music, take long naps, drink soda and eat cheese puffs..
No amount of medicine could cure the burn you left on my lips..
Not even lions can tear us apart..
Because eventually everyone will leave and it will just be you and your thoughts..
Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry You don't know how lovely you are I had to find you, tell you I need you Tell you I set you apart Tell me your secrets, and ask me your questions Oh let's go...
"I think there is something beautiful in revealing sad. The proof is how beautiful sad songs can be. So don't think being sad is to be avoided. It's apathy and boredom you want to avoid.
You have to believe there are kisses, laughs and risks that are worth taking..
We were introduced. And I said hello... The end..
"Because there’s nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it’s sent away." - Point B, Sarah Kay.
My heart is like an apartment. Some rooms are empty, some rooms hold things that are broken, some rooms have all the doors open. Some rooms have glass all over the ground.
I can say that you look pretty, you turn my legs into spaghetti..
Love, love, love, it can be a wonderful thing. Love, love, love, it can make you crazy. Love, love, love, it can be an incredible thing. - Love by Foster The People.
The feeling of your hands against my skin is a feeling I can't even explain..
I'm tired mostly tired of waiting on someone that only comes around for selfish reasons. Having to listen promise after promise, to listen to another same old excuse. Keep your letters, keep your...
You wait for time to pass, for the space and walls around you to suffocate your feelings of apathy and you give in to the people of the past, wondering why they disappeared..
"Sometimes we fight for something, only to discover by the time we get it, our goals have changed." - Gossip Girl.
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And then he gives me a smile that seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me. - Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games.
It’s not until we enter the City Circle that I realize I must have completely stopped the circulation in Peeta’s hand. That’s how tightly I’ve been holding it.
Swim for the music that saves you when you're not so sure you'll survive..
We should have a national day of silence where everyone has to shut the fuck up for 24 hours.
Dear neighbor, please stop singing you're so loud and annoying already :(( sincerely, I am trying to read a good book here. I'm already listening to music yet I can still hear you :(.
When you look at me and smile it's like for a split second everything stops and your smile pierces through all of the bad in my life and all is well again..
"You jump, I jump, remember?" - Titanic (1997) <333.
Envy - is when someone walks around with a pocket full of *that should've been me* Hate - is what happens when you put a shotgun to the face of understanding and it cowers in the corner Truth - is...
If I died tonight I think I would like to come back as your morning coffee... Just as strong and sweet. And just as necessary..
I really like it when you smile.. It's really pretty. And we need more pretty things in this world..
"She was wearing a pair of my pajamas with the sleeves rolled up. When she laughed I wanted her again. A minute later she asked me if I loved her.
You want to travel with them. You want to see what they’re like going through airport security, on planes, in strange countries. You want to meet their families and charm them to pieces.
"I won’t forget the moment, you looked at me and said, “in years when we get older, will you be someone colder. No one could love so deeply, as I feel you love me now.
You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have a say in who hurts you. - John Green, The Fault in Our Stars.
I'm yours and you are not mine. And that's so sad..
Do you ever just look at strangers randomly in public and wonder if they're happy or not.... Because sometimes I do..
We met at the wrong time. That's what I keep on telling myself anyway..
"And then I felt sad because I realized that once people are broken in certain ways, they can't ever be fixed.
We're like fire and gasoline. I'm no good for you, and you're no good for me..
If your parents were your age, would you be friends with them?.
I could get lost in a voice like yours..
Let's share a cigarette and go skinny dipping and sneak out our back doors at midnight. You bring the champagne and I'll bring the chocolates and strawberries.
Keep calm and drink tea. Make tea not war..
If you can overlook their crappy music taste it's true love..
"I should have done a degree in mutual attraction, instead of law. It would have been a lot more useful.
"If you ask me, the system is majorly flawed. It should be clearer. People should have engaged signs, like toilets. Taken. Not taken. There should be no ambiguity about these things.
I love you. I miss you. I need you. I am not okay. I am lost. Please stay. I can't live without you. Please be mine. Kiss me. I adore you. You are a part of me. Marry me. Go out with me.
Was it worse to be near and unable to have. ...Or was it worse to be far away and be able to have?.
As naturally as it is, for love and heartache, we too always find ourselves back here again, drawn together..
No matter what I do, someone in my life is always hurting. I hurt other people and fuck things up. And if I'm not hurting someone else, I'm hurting myself..