"Is giving up really your only option now?” his firm hands tightened the grip on hers— and she felt it, so she stopped and turned to look at him. And just as she expected, his gaze was still fixed on the ground as though he’s carefully studying and watching something that if he moves or tilts his head a bit, he’ll miss a great part of his existence or a grand once in a lifetime revelation."
by Andre’u Dareen (via anniekinzz)
Last night was dope!
"I want to whisper words of my truth and sing lullabies of my life to your drunken ears. But I’m scared that they won’t even touch your sober heart when you wake up tomorrow morning."
by Andre’u Dareen (via baa-duum-tsss)
(Source: beingkrystalrianne)
"I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too."
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too."
Hi =)
"I think I fell in love with her, a little bit. Isn’t that dumb? But it was like I knew her. Like she was my oldest, dearest friend. The kind of person you can tell anything to, no matter how bad, and they’ll still love you, because they know you. I wanted to go with her. I wanted her to notice me. And then she stopped walking. Under the moon, she stopped. And looked at us. She looked at me. Maybe she was trying to tell me something; I don’t know. She probably didn’t even know I was there. But I’ll always love her. All my life."
by Neil Gaiman, Worlds’ End (via jinthehuman)
"I have an odd feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put Into words, but I guess It’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling."
by Haruki Murakami (via loveyourchaos)
(Source: vanished)
With Ko Ching-teng. ;)
