tbrumm

i'm a writer or something.

You like him because he’s a lost boy. Believe me, I’ve seen it happen before. But do you know what happens to girls who love lost boys? They become lost themselves. Without fail.

—Everyday (David Levithan)

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It feels good to think about you when I’m warm in bed. I feel as if you’re curled up there beside me, fast asleep. And I think how great it would be if it were true.

—Haruki Murakami (via hellanne)

(via quote-book)

If you don’t control your mind, someone else will.

—John Allsto (via quotedojo)

I was by myself for a pretty long time. I needed to do that. I think everyone that I know has wanted to do that or needed to do that at some point. I think when you spend enough time when it’s quiet around you and you don’t open your mouth for three or four days, there’s parts of your brain that can kind of rest. I think when we’re out in the world and we have to talk to people, we edit ourselves. You know, we have to like, act a little bit. As honest as we may be as humans, when we’re out here, we’re all kind of wearing mirrors on our faces. You know, constantly reacting to how to react to the people around you. And I think when you’re alone for a long enough time, you can feel a lot more peace.

My brain has no heart, and my heart has no brain. That’s why when I speak my mind, I appear heartless and when I do what’s in my heart I seem thoughtless.

Sarah and I used to go to dinners and spend hours parked in her driveway afterward. The dials on the dashboard would be lit up and I’d watch the song titles scroll across the radio as the songs changed. We’d talk about all of the things we were sure no one else would understand. I remember the boys we’d talk about and I remember pain and I remember knowing it would all pass. We never ended with an answer or a resolution. There would be a silence while we stared at the garden her mother would spend all spring preparing for summer before one of us would say, “Well, I need to sleep.” She’d get out of the car and I’d drive away knowing there was nothing left to say, no words that could fix the ways in which others had broken us, and that even if I never found love again I’d be okay because I had found true friendship. 

-tbrumm

I loved him so much; in a way that made me love him even when I hated him and happy even when I was mad at him because he was mine to be mad at, and there’s no word in the world and no amount of pages that could illustrate the way his physical presence made me feel. I’m convinced no one else on earth has felt the way he made me feel…I think that’s love.

-tbrumm

This boy’s got my head tied in knots with all his games,
I simply want him more because he looks the other way

—Flight Facilities (via rcklssyouth)

There is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.

—Vincent Van Gogh, Dear Theo (via i-am-evolution)

I think I’d probably tell you that it’s easier to desire and pursue the attention of tens of millions of total strangers than it is to accept the love and loyalty of the people closest to us.

—William Gibson (via negativeoffice)

Of women I do not wish them to have power over men but over themselves.

—Mary Wollstonecraft (via quotedojo)

I know—better than anyone—that once someone’s made up their mind to leave you, there’s nothing you can do to make them stay.

—Being Friends with Boys (Terra Elan McVoy)

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We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright.

—A Moveable Feast (Ernest Hemingway)

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