“We cross our bridges when we come to them, and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.”—Tom Stoppard (via andimustscream) (via quote-book)
If I close my eyes I can still feel your hands on my face, your lips on my lips. I can still taste you and it should come as no surprise that I miss you. X marks on the calendar days until I can see you again. We have this sweet subtle silent understanding of each other. We’ve mapped out each…
“So this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I’m still trying to figure out how that could be.”—The Perks of Being a Wallflower | Submitted by: kate-kate-kate (via quote-book)
“Now, we all have a great need for acceptance. But you must trust that your beliefs are unique and your own, even though others may think them odd or unpopular, even though the herd may go, “That’s baaaaad.”—John Keating, Dead Poets Society (via movieoftheday)
“Life: in all its pain, misery, grandiosity and glory. I sing for myself, yet if others truly find inspiration through my words, then I have accidentally done something brilliant in my life”—John O’Callaghan (The Maine) (via quote-book)
“I miss you. I miss your eyes. I miss the way you look at me. I miss the way you smile. I miss the way you can always make me laugh, laugh until my face hurts. I miss the way you look at the world and the things you say. I miss the way you hug me tight and rub my back. I miss the feeling of my head on your shoulder and I miss snuggling tight. I miss the way you sigh, and the sound of your heartbeat. I miss that tension when we sit next to each other, or when we stand close together. I miss the way you make my heart skip beats when you put your hand on my shoulder or brush against me. I miss those jumpers, those boots, those glasses. I miss your laugh and the sound of your voice. I miss how shy you are. I miss the way you never judge me and how you always understand. I miss the little things and the bigs things, but basically, I miss being near you.”—(via raindropsonredroses) (via himynameismel) (via itryreallyfuckinghard)
Like wanting your attention, your time, your presence is the single most act of neediness that someone could ever feel… I loathe it so much that i convince myself to leave you to whatever you’re doing wherever you are and resign myself to not caring much for anything from anyone.