March 2011
11 posts
“That’s always seemed so ridiculous to me, that people want to be around someone...”
– John Green
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A million little pieces - James Frey
When I see you the World stops. It stops and all that exists for me is you and my eyes staring at you. There’s nothing else. No noise, no other people, no thoughts or worries, no yesterday, no tomorrow.
The World just stops and it is a beautiful place… and there is only you. Just you, and my eyes staring at you.
When you’re gone, the World starts again, and I don’t like...
It’s when you hold eye contact for that second too long or maybe the way you laugh. It sets off a flash and our memories take a picture of who we are at that point when we first know, “This is love.”
And we clutch that picture to our hearts because we expect each other to always be the people in that picture. But people change. People leave. People aren’t pictures. And you...
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The Fountainhead - Ayn Rand
“You’d rather not hear it now? But I want you to hear it. We never need to say anything to each other when we’re together. This is for the time when we won’t be together. I love you, Dominique. As selfishly as the fact that I exist. As selfishly as my lungs breathe air. I breathe for my own necessity, for the fuel of my body, for my survival. I’ve given you, not my sacrifice or my pity, but...
After a while by Shoffstall
After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul, And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning and company doesn't mean security, And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts and presents aren't promises, And you begin to accept your defeat with your head up and your eyes open, with the grace of an adult, not the grief of a child, And you learn...
anything of value is worth waiting for :)
Goodnight.
“I have noticed that daily we meet moments that steal our self-esteem. They are...”
“Go ahead… eat that slice of chocolate cake, splash in those muddy puddles after...”
“You’re going to die soon enough anyway; even if it’s a hundred years from now,...”
– Jesse Bering (via chopa)
Nothing - The Script