"why do you always do that?" he whispered,
sad blue eyes in the darkness, arms almost
around me. “why whenever someone compliments you
do you always pretend like you don’t deserve it?”
i shrugged and burrowed closer to him.
i felt his heart quicken.
"i’m worried about you," he whispered, "i think you’re
in a really bad place.”
i kissed him before he figured out the rest of me.
i think he fell in love. he put his heart in my hand and i remember staring at it for a long time.
i also remember when it dropped.
my hands cant hold things, you know.
they shake a lot.
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.Anais Nin (via oprosti)
And it hurts so much to want something you can’t have.Johnny Depp (via poisonous-redhead)
Sometimes you have to break promises not because you want to but because you have to.3 am thoughts (via suspend)