April 2011
29 posts
I really think very highly of a certain male. All. The. Time.
When You are Old
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside...
Mmmmm there’s this boy…
My heart’s pounding with the overwhelming stress of senior year and the anticipation of his next text.
I love this feeling.
I’m terrified of this feeling.
Seven months ago, I met a boy. I thought he was the cat’s meow. Tall, dark, and handsome, he was everything every other boy I’d dated was not. I fell head over heels instantly and from that first night we were together and I realized he had feelings for me too, I never stopped thinking about him.
I knew from the beginning he was leaving as soon as the election was over, but that...
“Don’t say you don’t have enough time. You have exactly the same number of hours...”
– H. Jackson Brown, Jr. (via missmossblog)
Resisting the urge to curl up and hide. I will face my fears head on and sort everything out.
Wish me luck—this isn’t going to be fun.
“What-what tricks a lonely mind can play on you, yah?”
– Birch Memorial by Preeta Samarasan
“The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must...”
– Jane Austen (via quote-book)
For when you need a little pick-me-up →
