This feels like it could be the start of something good.
You said the words that we spoke to one another didn’t mean a thing. That there was no reason the word love should be celebrated. You said that words were useless and that’s when I knew that the love I felt towards you wasn’t yours anymore.
Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on. I hope you...– Jonathan Safran Foer
So having that I’ve finally started my semester, I’ve come to the conclusion that I have some pretty great/entertaining professors. For my Planet Earth Class/Lab, I have Jeremy Delaney, a 67 year old sedimentary rock enthusiast with an Irish accent and a love for pastel dress shirts. For Art of Fiction, I have Patricia Matthew, a Michelle Obama look alike with the wittiest of ways. For...
There’s always another secret.– Brandon Sanderson, Mistborn: The Final Empire
who drove a purple mini-van to class today? this guy.
Winter, you’re finally here. I really dislike you.
That’s who you really like. The people you can think out loud in front of.– John Green
why would you play with fire when you have a perfectly warm flame next to you?
You’ll meet her, she’s very pretty, even though sometimes she’s sad for many...– Pan’s Labyrinth, El Laberinto del Fauno
everything changed. his touches, his movements, the way he touched my skin; it all suddenly changed. but my touches, my movements, the way i touched his skin; remained the same. how do two people in separate universes ever fall in love? they don’t.
someone who takes the good with the bad.
fotzepolitic asked: Tracy, the new blonde hair is great and you look utterly adorable.
You looked happy. Happy with a secret.– Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
I’m so blonde that I don’t recognize myself in a mirror.
Educating the mind without educating the heart is no education at all.– Aristotle
chlobola: those people hardest to love are those who need it the most
Every hour is feeling like two; I can’t sleep, but I hope you can.
Your heart rolls on like a frozen freight train.
I’m helping my Uncle with the process of getting together a book he’s working on. I’m pretty excited to be part of it.
Your eyelashes fluttered and flirted with the back of my neck, as I thought about all of the piles of bones I’ve laid my body down next to. They never made me feel a thing. But your bones brush mine just right.
We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.– Anaïs Nin
New Year’s Resolutions: Continue to be strong and able. Continue to use my whole heart. Continue to hold my chin up.
You’re much better as a stranger than you ever were as a lover.
Resting her head upon the shoulder of a stranger. He was the only thing she ever loved more than the stars above her head.
I thought that one day I would want to construct a map to lead you back to me, that maybe one day I’d look back and ask myself, “We were really in love, weren’t we?” It wasn’t fake.” But love does not do the things that you do and love does not feel the way that I felt. I never knew if it was all some grand act, your best piece. I will never be a piece of work...