"I hide because there’s more to me than what you see and I’m not sure you’d like the rest. I know that sometimes, I don’t like the rest."
I Wrote This For You (via 5ft1)
(Source: debilitating, via yunzi)
"I didn’t need you, you idiot. I picked you. And then you picked me back."
John Green (via 5ft1)
"I will not forget you, though. I don’t think that you particularly deserve my memory, nor do I flatter myself into believing that you return my sense of vague wistfulness. There is no part of me that wants to return to the limbo I existed in for so long, or even the often-imagined parallel universe in which you reciprocated my feelings to the letter. I do, however, want to remember what it feels like to be hurt, to want, to need something so desperately only to find out that your life is perfectly fine without it. As much as the little scar on my knee will always remind me to watch out when I am running, yours on my heart will teach me to be kind. Because I know what it feels like to be cast aside with indifference, and I know that it’s a pain from which the body itself takes a long time to recover. You will live in my mind as a cautionary tale, a fable of how much damage words can do — especially when they are insincere. And though I am not nostalgic for what we did have, I am hopeful about life being filled with everything we didn’t."
Chelsea Fagan, I Will Not Forget You (via 5ft1)
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"It was the finale you had always hoped for. Love, love did conquer it all. She would never be the perfect wife, devoted lover, or adoring wall flower. But you love her as if you loved yourself. And for one reason or another, you knew you’d be tied to this mysterious, fucked up and emotional woman. She was going to be there, no matter what. She always loved you, and she always would. She knew. You knew. From the moment you met her, fifteen years ago, a girl in a white dress came into your life, and she never left, and she never could."
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"I’ve stopped stealing pages out of poetry books, but last week I pocketed a thesaurus and looked for synonyms for you but could only find rain and more rain and a thunderstorm that sounded like glass, like crystal, like an orchestra."
Shinji Moon (via debilitating)
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Dear Scarlet,
About a month ago you asked if you could have a “circle mohawk” again. I told you to think about it because you’ve been growing your hair out for so long and I didn’t want you to regret it. On Sunday night I told you I had a hair appointment with Allison the next day. You asked if you could get your hair cut like that again, but you were laying down for bed and not supposed to be talking so I ignored you. The next day you asked twice, so I finally said I didn’t care and that you look beautiful whatever you decide. The last time your hair was like this you weren’t in school yet, I was so nervous about kids being cruel. I walked you to school on Tuesday morning and stayed awhile to make sure everything was going to go smoothly, which it did. When I picked you up you said, “Olivia liked my hair. She said she didn’t want her hair like this, but she liked mine like this. And we’re still friends. That’ just like how I don’t want to have purple hair like Allison, but I love Allison’s purple hair. You don’t have to have all the same stuff as your friends.” Wise beyond your years, baby child. I’m so proud of you and how you have the courage to be exactly who you want to be, despite any other outside influences. While we’re on the topic of gender, when I was at parent teacher conferences a few months ago a mom of this little boy approached me. She told me how he wanted to paint his nails and go to school. She let him. When he came home he said, “Scarlet loved my nails, Mom!” I’ve never been so proud.THESE ALWAYS MAKE ME CRY
(via burning-words)
"My heart is so tired."
Markus Zusak, The Book Thief (via genesus)
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"She was desperate and she was choosey at the same time and, in a way, beautiful, but she didn’t have quite enough going for her to become what she imagined herself to be."
Charles Bukowski, Factotum (via inmilkwood)
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Ralph Fiennes and Julianne Moore, The End of the Affair (1999)
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Fuck youuuu, Shonda Rhimes >:(
