"He who does not understand your silence, will probably not understand your words."
"I’m ashamed of myself because I know I should be better and I have no idea how to get there."
In his big baggy teeshirt-which was now one of her favorite possessions- she walked towards the kitchen to put some water to boil. As tea made her feel happy. A sense of escapism. The coldness of the cut cement against the bare sole of her feet along with the silence of the world,made the feeling come back. That intense feeling from inside which she has not even the tinniest control over. She missed him. Everything about the beauty of dawn: the purplish sky which reminded her of the conversations than went on till sunrise,the silence which resembled the lack of awkwardness among them, the smell of the peach tea bag absorbing the steaming water in order to bring out its essence. Somewhat like what he did with her. Brought out her essence. So it was that sunday morning that she realized,she was never going be the same. Nothing was ever going to be the same."
"No, fuck you. I was worth it."
— and I’m still worth it
"Don’t think about what can happen in a month. Don’t think about what can happen in a year. Just focus on the 24 hours in front of you and do what you can to get closer to where you want to be."
"We assume others show love the same way we do — and if they don’t, we worry it’s not there."
— Everyone has their own love language. That’s one of the most important lessons I’ve ever learned.
"I began to bawl because I had everything I wanted and knew I would never be so happy again."
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Crack-Up
I think we all have that one person that we never truley get over, that we still think about right before bed everynight, or you will always jump at a chance to talk to ever tho you know you shouldn’t talk to, or the first person you think of whenever you’re drunk.
i think it’s cute when someone admits they have a crush on you
i think it’s a fucking miracle