July 2010
14 posts
l'arte d'arrangiarsi;: There isn’t really a name... →
There isn’t really a name for it, but it’s the kind of thing where you can forget but you can never forgive, where it’s become a memory that now feels like a dream or rather, a nightmare that haunts you from time to time and still manages to stir up all those bottled up feelings you never knew…
“Dear Holly, I don’t have much time. I don’t mean literally, I mean you’re out...”
– PS. I love you (via runawaytrain)
“Dreams feel real while we’re in them. It’s only when we wake up that...”
– Cobb (Inception)
Laugh when you can, apologize when you should....
(via runawaytrain)
life is happening right now.
i’ve noticed that all the memories we’ve made in the past seem so much sweeter now than they appeared to us when they were actually happening. something we took for granted a year ago or a couple months ago now seems like a fond memory that we would strive to live again. why can’t we just be content with the present and ignore all these pressures around us? i know for sure that i...
i think i am really good at losing the person i...
“Being a teenager is hard, harder than some can imagine, harder than some can...”
– stole from kate’s fb (via wishland) 