February 2013
1 post
BASH LIST
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When people are so loud that you can’t hear the scanner.
When people say they are going to email you the info for your story and they don’t.
When you go to write advice for graduating seniors and all you can think of is negative stuff.
When your favorite soup doesn’t taste as good as normal.
When you’ve been working out for a week but don’t see any difference.
January 2013
9 posts
“Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty,...”
– (via lovefashionandmakeup)
October 2012
2 posts
September 2012
2 posts
And I know I can’t be there to catch her when she falls Well half way down is half way out of here We’re either halfway drowned or half way ‘round the pier When you’re that far gone
Well half way down is half way out of here We’re either half way drowned or half way round the pier I can’t break her, I can’t break her fall She’s lying in the...
I dreamed about you all night long. I could feel your arms around my waist. I woke up and tried so hard to go back to sleep, back to you. That song was in my head. The one you sent me, the one I listened to whenever I worried about us or missed you a lot. The one I haven’t listened to in 9 months on purpose. The words were from you, but now they aren’t true.
August 2012
38 posts
Exactly how I feel
The pleasure of remembering had been taken from me, because there was no longer anyone to remember with. It felt like losing your co-rememberer meant losing the memory itself, as if the things we’d done were less real and important than they had been before.
Rabea al-Adiwiyah, Saint of Sufism, running through the streets of her hometown, Basra, carrying a torch and bucket of water. Someone asked what she was doing.
“I am going to take this bucket of water and pour it on the flames of hell, and then I am going to use this torch to burn down the gates of paradise so that people will not love God for want of heaven or fear of hell, but because He...
Someday no one will remember that she even ever existed, or that I did. Because memories fall apart too. And then you’re left with nothing. Left not even with a ghost, but its shadow. In the beginning, she had haunted me, haunted my dreams, but even now, just weeks later, she was slipping away, falling apart in my memory and everyone else’s — dying again.
-John Green
“The marks humans leave are too often scars.”
– John Green (via thequotesblog)
Infinite ∞: ”When you go into the ER, one of the... →
the-charging-sky:
”When you go into the ER, one of the first things they ask you to do is rate your pain on a scale of one to ten and from there they decide which drugs to use and how quickly to use them. I’d been asked this question hundreds of times over the years, and I remember once early on when I couldn’t…
“I’m in love with you, and I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple...”
– The Fault in Our Stars (via thechocolatechipcookie)
Grief does not change you. It reveals you. -“The Fault in Our Stars”
“There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There’s .1 and .12 and .112 and an...”
– John Green, The Fault in Our Stars (via ifonlyiknewwhatiwasdoing)
“You say you’re not special because the world doesn’t know about you, but that’s an insult to me. I know about you.”
“The sooner you realize it will not go back to the way it was, the sooner you can...”
– (via tolovepassionately)
Live Your Life: Sad post for the day. →
maybe-imma-dreamer:
Even if I could go back in time, I wouldn’t change a thing. No matter how hard it was when you left me, I’d go through it again just for one more day with you. You may not think about it, but all the little moments haunt me everyday. It’s hard not to think about you and all the times you kissed my…
You do not immortalize the lost by writing about them. Language buries, but does not resurrect. -“The Fault in Our Stars”
“To be with him was to hurt him.”
No one has ever become poor by giving. -Anne Frank
Somedays I get in my car and just drive. Maybe my destination is to find you. But it never really is. You are gone, long gone. I listen to the sound of the asphalt rushing away beneath me. The world burns. It is on fire with the wishes of lovers. The breeze from the open window plays with my long hair. In the end, I always turn around with less gas, and feeling a little emptier on the inside. I’m...
