sábado, 7 de agosto de 2010

(via papertissue) "This is the problem with getting attached to someone. When they leave you, you just feel lost." Adventureland You write her name in places she’ll never see. The inside of your wrist. The corner of the shopping list under things I need. The archways of subway tunnels. The crumbling brick walls of a soon-to-be-demolished apartment building. This is the beginning of being brave. You write her name in places she’ll never see. The inside of your wrist. The corner of the shopping list under things I need. The archways of subway tunnels. The crumbling brick walls of a soon-to-be-demolished apartment building. This is the beginning of being brave. We take the time on a daily basis to imagine ourselves as different people, in different situations, living different lives. But what we don’t take the time to understand is the fact that the people we dream of becoming, already dream of becoming us. We take the time on a daily basis to imagine ourselves as different people, in different situations, living different lives. But what we don’t take the time to understand is the fact that the people we dream of becoming, already dream of becoming us. If you were waiting for a sign, this is it. Do it. It will be amazing. If you were waiting for a sign, this is it. Do it. It will be amazing. If there’s anything teenagers wish they could tell their parents, it’s “don’t worry. One day, I will grow up. And we will talk then, and you’ll know that I never meant any of this.” If there’s anything teenagers wish they could tell their parents, it’s “don’t worry. One day, I will grow up. And we will talk then, and you’ll know that I never meant any of this.” The worst thing about denial is the amount of time it takes you to realize you’re in it. The worst thing about denial is the amount of time it takes you to realize you’re in it. The people who don’t care what you think, don’t tell you. The people who do care what you think, tell you they don’t over and over, in the hopes that you’ll finally believe them. The people who don’t care what you think, don’t tell you. The people who do care what you think, tell you they don’t over and over, in the hopes that you’ll finally believe them. I find pieces of you in every song I listen to. I find pieces of you in every song I listen to.

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