This is the world I live in.
He’ll pinch a cigarette between his fingers. He’ll take a drag, blow that drag between his lips. He’ll look at the girl with eyes the colour of the sky before it turns black and he will see heaven, and the pictures of all those other girls floating inside his head will blow away like the clouds of the cigarette and he’ll see only the girl inside himself and the world will stop.
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| — | Maureen Medved (via kandycesays) |
Looking back, I stopped writing in my notebook when I stopped wanting to know myself anymore. If you hear a song that makes you cry and you don’t want to cry anymore, you don’t listen to that song anymore. But you can’t get away from yourself. You can’t decide not to see yourself anymore. You can’t decide to turn off the noise in your head.
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| — | Jay Asher (via a-serendipitist) |
