“I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane. “

-Looking For Alaska.

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I fucking love gum

Someday I’ll invent my own flavor

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I don't know what I want.

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A Nikon FG <333333

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Jesus, I’m not going to be one of those people who sits around talking about what they’re gonna do. I’m just going to do it. Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia. … You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you’ll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.
Alaska Young. “Looking for Alaska” by John Green. (via underlines) ()

I don't know

brothersonahot3lbed:

what it is with me lately, but everything I do, hear, or say, I always endure this rush of nostalgia. Like I am right there, like I am finally where I want to be and then I am just sucked back into feeling this way. I hate it; I hate missing something. I hate finding daily reminders of you, hurting because of you, still. I can’t grow a new heart just because I come to the realization of what was never meant to be. I’m not ready to accept it. Not yet. And maybe it’s not even you, maybe it’s just me feeling content and not being used to it. I mean they say old habits die hard, so maybe this “change” I’ve been going through will eventually feel like actual contentment. But even that doesn’t make sense. I’m not used to venting, and to tell you the truth, I don’t know how to. Then again, maybe all those people who’ve ever hurt me, and thought differently, maybe that’s what’s wrong. Not finding peace with any of it.

That’s it; I don’t know how to maintain peace.

‘someday my pain will mark you’

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