February 2012
13 posts
HAHHAHA
nickholmes:
*talking with best friend*
Her : heartheartheartheartheartbreaker
Me : It's my theme song now. Oh well. Gotta deal. It's life.
Her : Haha. C'est la vie.
Me : Livin' la vida loca 8D. LOLOL
Her : HAHA obviously. this is us.
bestpreeeeends
“Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one’s life with pomp and blare,...”
– L.M. Montgomery (via misswallflower)
You give me hope.
& that’s what i really need.
January 2012
26 posts
I promised myself I wouldn't go down without a...
and a fierce battle it shall be.
“A novel is not an allegory…. It is the sensual experience of another world. If...”
– Azar Nafisi (via doubledaybooks)
"Sleeping Beauty had it easy,"
she thought in her mind. The sun was falling again on the horizon, but it didn’t seem to matter: the days melded into one.
It wasn’t fair that Aurora could sleep and wake up to a happy ending. Why her? Did she do anything wrong? She’d been so patient, and the day she was rewarded, the next she was punished. He had to leave, she had her tower. She had to stay awake, with all the...
“It is just the literature that we read for “amusement” or “purely for
pleasure”...”
– T.S. Eliot, Essays Ancient and Modern (via excessivebookshelf)
“That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via sangueblu)
December 2011
12 posts
I love bestfriends. Especially Calvin and Devon at...
I'm jealous of her.
well, never thought i’d ever admit that to myself.
Home: The One I Didn't Remember.
As much as I love Boston, I missed home.
But everything I hated about living here is all flooding back to me. Today is Sunday. Sundays are family days. Sundays are happy days.
I was looking SO forward for the family going to church & eating together. But, I forgot that not every day is perfect here. No one woke up on time. We didn’t go to church together. I paid 100 dollars for lunch...
“People fall so in love with their pain, they can’t leave it behind. The same as...”
– Chuck Palahniuk (via misswallflower)
Once Upon A Time.
A princess sat alone at the steps of her empty tower.
Her skin was not as white as snow. Her singing did not soothe the heart. Animals paid her no mind and her hair never passed more than just below the shoulders.
She was not perfect. Not even a little bit.
She has pricked a finger on a spindle and felt nothing besides a longing for a band-aid. A fairy god-mother did not appear when she cried...
