July 2011
5 posts
June 2011
1 post
May 2011
6 posts
Maybe we only obsess over relationships that feel unfinished.
– Carrie Bradshaw (via adnilsson)
March 2011
2 posts
February 2011
0 posts
December 2010
1 post
November 2010
1 post
You’re prettier than I thought you were.”
I gave him a confused...
September 2010
1 post
August 2010
6 posts
I’m not the silly romantic you think. I don’t want the heavens or the shooting...
– Shana Abé (via thresca) (via mzmehshell) (via slapaho)
June 2010
3 posts
I don't ask for much, but what I do ask for really...
(via loveandcigarettes)
May 2010
12 posts
I cannot be replaced.
LIfe Lesson - Eleven
Always put yourself out there & be yourself while doing so. You have nothing to lose being yourself. You will only lose yourself if you keep everything inside.
Most random occurrence
She sat across from him on Monday morning. She could barely keep her eyes open, but forced herself to keep awake because work had to be done. She looked at him as he spoke & thought to herself, “He’s cute. Where can I get me one of those?” She shook herself out of it & tried hard to pay attention to the task at hand. She only took notes to keep herself from...
you make me nervous in a way that makes me like...
mzmehshell: (via 52hearts)
April 2010
2 posts
I felt like a little girl when you held my hand. I couldn’t even look at you.
March 2010
16 posts
In the beginning I thought there was so much hope for you & me. I still remember the look on your face right before you kissed me gently at the train station. You checked to see if anyone was around. I wondered what you were doing & as you closed your eyes & moved toward me I felt like I was the only girl in the world. I remember kisses in the elevator after class. We sat two rows...
The Art of Breaking Up →
52hearts:
I throw my whole body, my soul into the fall, into love, into that new person. I can’t help it, I love and then think about how I’ll pick up my bones later. I’ll do this every time no matter how much I’m hating fixing up my wounds right now. My brain always reaches the rest of my body way too late and it begins again.