2 years ago on 04/18/12 at 07:18pm

(via moderatelylax)

But that was like the tides, the change of seasons—something immutable, an immovable destiny we could never alter. No matter how cleverly we might shelter it, our delicate friendship wasn’t going to last forever. We were bound to reach a dead end. That was painfully clear.

Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart
2 years ago on 04/14/12 at 11:14pm

(via this--too--shall--pass)

(via sincerelycassass)


I bought a scratch map of the world at Urban Outfitters in London. :) I plan to have it framed (without glass) and then hung in my room somewhere (or in my office/library someday), so I can scratch off more new places every time we travel.

This map would be even more perfect if it would show specific states or cities, but then if we only got to scratch off those instead of entire countries, well, it wouldn’t be much fun for anyone. (Except maybe for folks like my Grandpa, who have been everywhere.)

Just a reminder to myself that there’s so much of the world left to see. :)

This has gotta be the good life.

(via rroygbiv)

Sometimes we put up walls, not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to knock them down. Throughout the course of our difficult times, you’d know one person who will stay. Someone who accepts you even on days when you become unbearable. Someone who understands you and sticks with you whether you’re feeling silly, stupid or just plain happy. One girl is glad that she has met someone not too long ago in her life.

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2 years ago on 04/05/12 at 11:34pm

We strip each others beauty. And we push it to the end. We face each other smiling. And leave it all unsaid.

(via thingssheloves)

She was at that moment when most pieces of herself were missing. Isn’t it an ironic habit of human beings to run faster when they have lost their way? First of all she wishes to apologize. For sometimes running away. For being so unstable. For never knowing what to do and how she feels and what she truly desires. For when the only thing she’s sure of is that she’s never sure. For always saying the wrong thing. For when he stares back at her and her eyes tell him nothing- strangely transparent but there is nothing he could see. For when the whole world keeps moving and she’s standing still. For when sometimes, her brain has emotions, too, and her heart has its own mind, too.

2 years ago on 04/05/12 at 09:55pm

Was I the only little girl who hated pink and loathed dolls?

(via saurons)