Strawberries are alluring. Their smell, their color - so vivid and bright, a splash of spring and early summer in a bowl or between my fingers; sometimes they taste like nothing, pale imitations of expectation, but what I love about them is how their essence never fails to linger in my mouth. Every breath I take after is faintly sweet.
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awesome100: Awesome100 is back, it helps out people with less followers. http://awesome100.tumblr.com/ Two steps 1) Reblog this post 2) Follow awesome100 http://awesome100.tumblr.com/ and as i follow you back, your followers will start jumping.. Kind of want to steal that jumping Bubbles gif… Oh Powerpuff Girls, you bring back memories.
I know you have feelings left somewhere. But they’re all so hard to reach.– I Wrote This For You: The Point Past Peak Feelings (via kari-shma)
Sad words are just another beauty. A sad story means, this storyteller is alive....– Little Bee by Chris Cleave (via yourstrulylp)
That awkward moment when you think of something...
I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and...– Sylvia Plath (via kari-shma) But I still love to read.
You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from...– Jonathan Safran Foer (via justbesplendid)
When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we...– Henri J.M. Nouwen (via kari-shma)
May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope...– Neil Gaiman (via quote-book)
sometimes it is easier to lie. as the doctor would attest to, because telling the truth is much scarier and you want the lie to be true so much it hurts. sleep is so elusive.
I really can't picture anyone having a crush on...
I can’t picture someone thinking about me before they fall asleep, or telling their friends about me. I can’t picture anyone getting butterflies because I said hi to them, or even just looked at them. I can’t picture someone smiling at the computer screen or their cell phones when we’re talking. Why would they? I’m just me. Nothing extraordinary, or special.
quote-book: “Some people pass through your life and you never think about them again. Some you think about and wonder what ever happened to them. Some you wonder if they ever wonder what happened to you. And then there are some you wish you never had to think about again. But you do.” — The Wonder Years | Submitted by erikajonas And some you wish you could still think about with the same joy...
She prays one day she’ll find someone to need her. She swears that...– Jon Mclaughlin - Beautiful Disaster.
Sometimes silence is what I need. Sometimes I can feel the hum of thought in my bones like a weak tremble of farewells, the solitude in my blood a sluggish blade headed for my lungs. Silence is what I need. (That or Doctor Who.) It is a little easier on my contrary heart to feel alone when I am actually alone than to feel alone when surrounded by people.
Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, ‘It might have been.– John Greenleaf Whittier (Maud Muller - Pamphlet)
To add a library to a house is to give that house a soul.– Marcus Tullius Cicero (via sumilove) My house needs a soul, ASAP.
The awkward moment when your Algebra II teacher -
shahnaynay: is doing an unfathomable equation on the board, finishes, then walks away with more swagger than T-Pain. He’s all, “Get at me, brah.” And we’re like; OR LIKE, NUMBER THEORY, YEAH.
Loneliness adds beauty to life. It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes...– Henry Rollins (via esdeez)