I’m scared to like anyone. Because I end up getting attached. Knowing that you may be here now but one day you’ll be gone. Just that single thought scares me along with tons of “what if’s”. It’s as if I could go to sleep knowing you’re mine and wake up knowing I probably won’t hear from you ever again. I just don’t want to get so close and then end up being broken.
— (via wordsandlyrics)
Every night, someone falls asleep thinking about you. They toss and turn all night because they hate the fact that the pillow they’re hugging isn’t you. They want to be with you right this second, but you’re clueless about the whole situation. Playing these little scenarios in their head hoping that it will actually happen the next time they see you. That sweet voice of yours is the only thing they wish to fall asleep to but they have this mindset that you’re too good for them. Your smile is carved into their memory and they see it every time they shut their eyes, trying to go to sleep. Then they quickly open it again in hopes that you will be by their side this time. And the only thing they want to know is if you’re thinking about them too.
— (via wordsandlyrics)
Her life was the slow realization that the world was not for her and that, for whatever reason, she would never be happy and honest at the same time.
— JSFoer (via loveyourchaos)
Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don’t blush, I am telling you some truths. That is just being “in love”, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
— Louis de Berniéres Captain Corelli’s Mandolin (via quote-book)
(via lovebot)
