Isn’t it odd how some people can smile all day long, but cry their self to sleep at night. How pictures never change, but the people in them do. How knowing letting go of something is best, but it hurts the worst. How people that said they would always be there, never have time to spare. How a best friend can become an enemy and an enemy becomes a best friend. How forever turns into a few short minutes and a few short minutes can seem like forever. How life seems so long, but yet is so short.
Unknown
(Source: 99lions, via cherished-days)
He wasn’t the type for displays of affetion, either verbal or not. He was disgusted by couples that made out in the hallways between classes, and got annoyed at even the slightest sappy moments in movies. But I knew he cared about me: he just conveyed it more subtly, as consise with expressing this emotion as he was with everything else. It was in the way he’d put his hand on the small of my back, for instance, or how he’d smile at me when I said something that surprised him. Once I might have wanted more, but I’d come around to his way of thinking in the time we’d been together. And we were together, all the time. So he didn’t have to prove how he felt about me. Like so much else, I should just know.
Sarah Dessen
(Source: withdecorum, via akidnamedcudi)
(via gingerfag)
you treat me like you treat yourself;
which isn’t very well
which isn’t very well
My worst mistake wasn’t falling for you. It was thinking you had fallen for me too
anonymous
(Source: m--adness)
