February 2011
141 posts
“He smiled understandingly— much more than understandingly. It was one of those...”
– The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald (via clavicola)
Tap on my window knock on my door I want to make...
“What are books but tangible dreams?”
– Rikki Ducornet (via readingandwritingjunkie)
when you throw something at one of your friends
sherrihearts:
and it hits somebody else
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I like you alot I like you alot I like you alot I like you alot I like you alot I like you alot I like you alot I like you alot I like you alot I like you alot and I will continue liking you alot. No amount of Ilikeyoualot(s) is ever enough to express my intense fascination with your cute awkwardness.
silverfoxes:
There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room. It’s like watching Paris from an express caboose heading in the opposite direction—every second the city gets smaller and smaller, only you feel it’s really you getting smaller and smaller and lonelier and lonelier, rushing...
silverfoxes:
I have no idea how he knows when I need him. We can go weeks without speaking, and then, when my blue moods threaten to turn black, he will show up and tell me my moods are azure indigo cerulean cobalt periwinkle
and suddenly the blue will not seem so dark, more like the color of a noon-bright sky. He brings the sun.
David...
Adventures in Louveciennes: I didn’t know what I... →
I didn’t know what I felt for myself. I believed I was doing all right, attending classes, studying for exams. It didn’t seem strange to me that I’d wake up in the middle of the night feeling certain she had called my name, but I began to dread going to sleep. I was afraid I might dream. I stayed up late, reading until my eyes burned and I could no longer follow the sense of the pages. Then I’d go...
