June 2010
So that's what you like, huh?
she’s pretty.
The future was a casino. Everyone was gambling, and everyone expected to win.
you cannot take my words
You cannot make me say those words, read them like a script. I never could act, I am all stuttered words and awkward stage presence. But the one thing that I can keep are my words. I give everything in body-language; the turn of my head, the dilation of pupil, the quiet pause on the sidewalk. But I may never give you my words. This is my weapon, my fear. And it is my curse. My thousand ton regret...
“The love you take is equal to the love you make.”
– John Lennon
“If you stumble about believability, what are you living for? Love is hard to...”
– Life of Pi, Yann Martel (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
i used
to think that maybe love could be like books, those dumb books I found in the library that rainy Sunday. But it is not what I expected. I am happy. But every time I hold hands with you I wonder if the reason is, that this is not it. And I might leave if I wasn’t so scared, so worried that I was wrong for the second time in my life. So for now, I will stay.
“I just pretend like I’m not here. How? I say to myself…you aren’t here. And then...”
– (via karinadied)
I'm thankful for those who are good at spelling
(via 1000scientists)
ambientblue:
I am going to translate this text to Chinese and from Chinese I will translate it to Italian and then to French and then to Bulgarian and back to English and post the outcome.
I would like to translate this text from China will translate to Italy and then France before returning to the United Kingdom, Bulgaria and outcome.
Clinomania
adjectival:
yerawizardharry, foudre:
(n.) - an excessive desire to stay in bed
