"it’s okay to miss the people who were bullets to you"

—  poems from my uncles grave   (via elauxe)

Posted on 24 July, 2014
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"How beautiful is it that someone could make your heart beat so fast when you don’t want it to beat at all."

—  Ocg (via heavyeyesignite)

Posted on 24 July, 2014
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"If you think of someone enough, you’re sure to meet them again."

—  Haruki Murakami (Samsa In Love)

Posted on 24 July, 2014
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"You think ‘Okay, I get it, I’m prepared for the worst’, but you hold out that small hope, see, and that’s what fucks you up. That’s what kills you."

—  Stephen King, “Joyland” (via de-payse)

Posted on 23 July, 2014
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My life is very, very boring and normal and the work I do isn’t. I admit that in regards to the work I’m allowed to do things that are extreme and kind of fun and exhilarating. I go and get food and I feed myself and then I go home and I sleep and then I go out and get food and I sleep. It’s very weird being on the other side of it. And of course when you think you feel like you can’t move there is a sense of being wrapped in cellophane. That’s why maybe being on stage every night is so liberating because you get to express yourself in a very honest way whereas you don’t feel you get to do that so much in your life. I haven’t felt that so much. I think as long as you keep humanising then I think that puts you in good status and you just stop making faces and trying to look attractive for every single photo like is taken of you and you’re ruined after that. That’s a dangerous thing because then you become something else and you lose a sense of the fact that you’re a human being with flaws and they will be seen.

Posted on 23 July, 2014
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People crowd into the car around me, so we stand in four rows, shoulder-to-shoulder. And then something peculiar happens: fingers lace with mine and a palm presses to my palm. Tobias, holding my hand. My entire body is alive with energy. I squeeze his hand, and he squeezes back. He is awake.

Posted on 23 July, 2014
Reblogged from perfectlyslytherin  Source priorstryder



So I’m posting this a little bit late, but can we take a minute to appreciate the best graduation present ever? It’s an altered book that my mom made out of the Fault in Our Stars. (Since she knew it was one of my favorite books) It’s kind of like a scrapbook, only it’s made out of the pages of a book instead (John, I hope that you don’t mind that my mom altered it). She  used pictures, clippings, material, and other things I’ve gotten way back from when I was little to Senior Year. She even made tabs in some places, so you can lift it up and see the quotes. Thank you so much mom. This truly is the best graduation present ever. 


Posted on 23 July, 2014
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