June 2012
219 posts
If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am....
– The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via bossss)
It’s enough for me to be sure that you and I exist at this moment.
– Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude (via loveyourchaos)
I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds– but I think of...
– Salvador Plascencia (via dailystendhalnitesaudade)
She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful.
– Neil Gaiman (via yuripleskun)