I’d spent so many years imagining the event, placing myself in the crowd, that I wondered if maybe, in the end, it wouldn’t matter if I actually felt the flames of the bonfire on my face. I often wondered the same thing about being kissed. Or falling in love. Did I need to experience them if I could imagine them?
The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender
by Leslye Walton (via seattlebooks
I feel this way about almost everyone, like I haven’t left a mark in that persons life and they haven’t in mine.. Just observing each other’s existence but never fitting together comfortably
Being happy is a very personal thing—and it really has nothing to do with anyone else .
I shiver, thinking how easy it is to be totally wrong about people, to see one tiny part of them and confuse it for the whole.
Brand New / Dashboard Confessional - “The Quiet things that no one ever knows / Screaming Infidelities” Mash Up
One of my all time favourite combinations from two of my favourite songs