March 2011
Reblog if you think you need to lose weight.
But I’m always like:
Nothing is fun anymore.
I hate this feeling.
“We are all a volume on a shelf of a library, a story unto ourselves, never...”
– Honey, Baby, Sweetheart a novel by Deb Caletti (via xxsimplicity)
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Albino Animals — Animal Talk →
I’m missing you and I can’t even tell you because I know it’s not reciprocated.
“When I saw you I fell in love. And you smiled because you knew.”
– Williams Shakespeare (via krazy-korean)
I keep gravitating toward the empty spot on the bed where you used to lay.
It’s like we’re in our own world and we’re together and satisfied. Then reality hits and I’m broken all over again.
