- Unique Quietness (via perfect)
- Joyce Carol Oates, Solstice (via observando)
- Phyllis Diller (via observando)
- John Green in a recent interview (via augustuswate-rs)
We were on the phone for hours; both of us ended in tears.
We were grieving over the things we’ve lost and will never find back.
You were crying because you were feeling so much pain on the inside. I was crying because I heard you cry, and there’s nothing much I can do about it.
- Jin Akanishi (via halluzinogen)
It may be hard to believe but I do not remember the bad things people do to me. I mean I do not forget them, but I really do not think about them. All I think of, and constantly thinking of are the good things that people did for me. Sometimes, it’s so much that it starts to haunt me.
The girl that hugged me when I cry. The boy that ran in the rain to buy me a bottle of water. The girl that held a balloon to school, was the only person that remembered my 21st. The girl that shook off the guy who tried to hold me and shouted, “You don’t touch her, just go.”The girl that told me she was constantly worried about the fact that she’s ain’t acting her role of my good friend well. The girl that drove me to all the nice places just to cheer me up. The girl that did my laundry without a complaint. And the girl that told me, i’m not just a friend, I’m family 😌
Some left, some stayed. Things change, people change. But some things remain constant, like these gentle memories. They still haunt me now and then.