Watching blue is the warmest color at two in the morning and forgot to turn my volume down XD Still waiting for my boyfriend to come in here
By @dilfosaur
We don’t create a fantasy world to escape reality, we create it to be able to stay.
Lynda Barry (via quotemadness)
I needed to be somewhere different. Maybe I needed to be someone different, too.
Heather Davis (via quotemadness)
(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vYoapICIfeE) “I can choose my friends, I can choose my family, if they won’t accept me, then other will have me.”
Reminder:
You are worth it, you are so important in life. You are made of stardust, you hold the universe within you. You are the reason why someone is smiling. You are such a beautiful creation on this planet, please don’t make “art” on your precious skin with a blade. You deserve so much more than this. I believe in you. Stay strong, and remember you are worth more than anything in this world. I love you, and if you need anyone to talk to, anyone, I am here for you.
– L.T ( @ltwrites )
I’m waiting to have those mornings where I’m wearing your shirt dancing around in the kitchen with you while making breakfast. I’m waiting for the day where I can go to sleep next to you, my best friend and my lover. I’m waiting for the time where you’re just sipping coffee or reading a book, and I’m thinking, “Gosh darn, am I just lucky to have you in my life.”
– L.T // excerpt from a book I’ll never write #11 ( @ltwrites )
I’m waiting too.
“Him,” he repeats distastefully, his lip curling. “You like him.”
“Yeah, I do,” She shot back, her eyes flashing.
He sneered. “Why?”
She stared for a long moment at the boy standing in front of her, the boy who had shattered her heart.
“Why?” She asked coldly. “Why? Maybe because he’s nice enough to pick up the mess you left behind. Maybe because he doesn’t ignore me when he’s had a shitty day. Maybe he actually cares and-”
For just a second, his expressionless face revealed more than he had intended to show. “Don’t you dare think for a goddamn second that I didn’t care.”
And without warning, he grabbed her and kissed her. He kissed her until she couldn’t breathe and she was intoxicated on his scent. And just like that, she knew she didn’t like that other boy. He never left her breathless from a single kiss. Her heart never felt like it was going to pop out of her chest from a single glance.
What a twisted life it is, she thought, whilst her forehead was pressed against his. The boy who broke my heart is the only one who can make me feel whole again.
n.g. // excerpt from a book i’ll never write #8 (via coffeeandpoetrydarling)
DECIDING WHETHER TO BUY OR BORROW A BOOK
THE LIBRARIAN IN ME:
THE BOOK LOVER IN ME:
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