February 2012
211 posts
It’s great that you can listen and be a shoulder to someone, but what about when...
– Stephen Chbosky (via troubled)
I can’t explain what I mean. And even if I could, I’m not sure I’d feel like it.
– J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (via decrepito)
on and on: day-358 →
I sit and look out upon what transpires around me.
I hear whispers of loved ones as they spend their final moments together.
I see hurt in the eyes of the replaced and forgotten.
I see the fear in the mannerisms of those who are venturing into the unknown. The darkness that lies in front of them clouds the path beyond.
I mark the number of unanswered “hellos,” each one accumulating on the...
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I think you could fall in love with anyone if you saw the parts of them no one else gets to see. Like if you followed them around invisibly for a day and saw them crying in their bed at night or singing in the shower or humming quietly to themselves as they make a sandwich or even just walking along the street. And even if they were really weird and had no friends at school, I think, after...