December 2009
95 posts
And then, there’s another kind of love: the cruellest kind. The one that almost...
– Iris Simpkons (played by Kate Winslet) in The Holiday (via bitchville)
I’m mad at myself, not you. I’m mad for always being nice, always apologizing...
– (via poeticheartache) (via lovemewithoutfear) (via stiritupalilbit) (via pirouettelove) (via nostalgicdreams) (via inwaves)
I’m all out of midnight phone calls and flowers sent to your door. I’m out of...
– Anon. (via inwaves)
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I really can't explain it, but I like you without...
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nasthyy:
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dearling, darling.
jenna2step:
I start to write the words and always take them back because there are secret things happening between us and I don’t have the means to describe them. There are feelings— innate, secret, important, perfect and lovely— that I cannot even begin to explain. I want to write you novels on the palms of my hands and between my fingers, on the backs of my knees, and behind my ears, and I...
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Boy: You know what I have?
Girl: What?
Boy: A crush on you.
Girl: :3
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