Head laying on her chest, the boy said to the girl, “Please don’t break my heart. I’m not sure my heart could take it.” She stroked his hair and quietly replied, “I won’t. I promise.” But it was her heart that he handed back to her, shattered.
I thought I understood it. But I didn’t. Only the idea of it. Of you and me. I thought I understood it. But I didn’t. Not really. Only the smudgeness of it. The eagerness of it. The idea of it. Of you and me.
Deciding whether or not to trust a person is like deciding whether or not to...– Lemony Snicket (via cheshirechatte)
I have never met a more torn individual. And it wasn’t in two directions she was being pulled, I’d say it was about four or so. I told her repeatedly, she can’t go down more than one path, nor can she go down one path in pieces. She has to move forward whole. Does that leave her with one choice though? Does she have to figure out which path is right and put herself together when the decision’s...
Public School Biology by Jen
It all started with plankton. They decided to eat each other and get bigger.Then they became teeny tiny goldfish, and were all like, “I’m too small for my habitat, so they grew bigger and became sharks. Then the sharks were all, “I hate this water,” so they grew legs and became woolly mammoths.
Here’s the thing about being a girlie girl. I think there was a generation...– Zooey Deschanel via NEW YORK MAGAZINE Though I have yet to see THE NEW GIRL, I am so thrilled with the success of a female led comedy-I can’t wait to check it out! (via shopmyrtle)
Maybe it’s irrational, but I feel I’ve exhausted all of my resources. It’s the same old problem that everyone already knows about, and explaining it is a whole other matter. There are good days, and there are bad days. There are days when I feel angry and bitter, and there are days when I feel anew and refreshed. The turmoil of going back and forth between all of those feelings...
By making things easier for you,
you have made things significantly harder for me.
Every dreamer knows that it is entirely possible to be homesick for a place...– Judith Thurman (via thresca)
There may not be an “I” in “team,” but there is a...– A mug I once saw.
I Hate You, No I Don't.
A light rain fell one Wednesday evening, covering the antique brick walkway downtown. The moon was no where in sight, causing it to be an especially dark night. Downtown wasn’t dark however; lights in the trees above and in the street lamps lit the path two strangers walked down. The wet weather was unexpected, as it wasn’t in the forecast, but that didn’t matter. Not a soul was...
I used to believe in destiny, you know? I’d go to the bagel place, see a pretty...– Ted Mosby, How I Met Your Mother (via fortyandtwo)
Sometimes, more often than not, I am thankful for my bad memory. It’s odd though, because the things I do remember, I don’t necessarily need. But then again, if I remembered other things, the things that count, this life would be too much to endure. I suppose it’s why my natural defense is to forget. Unfortunately, that’s not going to help me grow. But I’m also not...
Let’s face it. We’re undone by each other. And if we’re not, we’re missing...– Judith Butler (via somanypossibilities)