June 2012
“You meet me after the catastrophe happened. You got to witness with all the fancy and fun stuff. You never saw me raw and all vulnerable. So what now? So what if this turns sour? What are we going to do? Are you going to run for the hills or stay? Leave now so you can cherish this as gold and never have to remember this as rust, broken.”
She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful.
– Neil Gaiman (via nightfires)
I make it easier for people to leave by making them hate me a little.
– Cecelia Ahern, The Book of Tomorrow (via anditslove)
We are all ordinary. We are all boring. We are all spectacular. We are all shy....
– Brad Meltzer (via anditslove)
Nothing is permanent in this wicked world. Not even our troubles.
– Charles Chaplin (via illabye)
Respect yourself enough to walk away from anything that no longer serves you,...
– (via sandymo)
Love isn’t a state of perfect caring. It is an active noun like struggle. To...
– Mr. Rogers (via artificialpace)