“People write because no one listens.”
— h.h.
And then, just like that, we became strangers to each other.
4 a.m. thoughts, words better left unsaid
My earbuds were in, but I wasn’t playing music. I needed to hear the world but I didn’t want the world to know I was listening.
The Impossible Knife of Memory, by Laurie Halse Anderson
They say the truth will set you free, So why am I still here?
God If You Are Above by Falling In Reverse
Eyes like islands in the ocean
The waves of your iris pulling me in
A rip current that can’t be escaped
Sailing toward the whirlpool of your pupil
Drowning in your soul
-These Windows Are Dangerous
‘A little broken is still broken,’ I pointed out. 'But fixable.’
The Impossible Knife of Memory, by Laurie Halse Anderson
Because “getting over you” would mean finally letting you go and I don’t want to forget you just yet.
(via wordsmaketheheartgrowfonder)
If I could find the words, if I could shake the world, If I could turn back time would you still be there? If I could stop the words you say, If I could shake the world way you take, Then would you still be there?
Would You Still Be There, by Of Mice and Men
“I follow up the quest despite of day and night and death and hell.”
- Lord Alfred Tennyson
/pərˈniSHəs/(adjective)having a harmful effect, especially in a gradual or subtle way.
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