“I knew it wasn’t too important, but it made me sad anyway.”
—J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (via spinals)
June 2013
2 posts
“And now you face me, like a man… straight-backed and proud, the way your father died…”
—Lord Voldemort, who somehow knew what so many people apparently don’t; that James Potter was brave and a hero. (via agardenoflupins)
April 2013
2 posts
Listen
Green Day | Boulevard of broken dreams
Oasis | wonderwall
Travis | Writing to reach you
Aerosmith | Dream on
mash up.
^accurate
March 2013
1 post
“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover. -Mark Twain”
—(via yanilavigne)
February 2013
8 posts
”It may seem like the hardest thing to do, but you have to forget about the guy who forgot about you.” - Nicholas Spark
“Make sure you marry someone who laughs at the same things you do.”
—J.D.Salinger
come away little lamb, come away to the slaughter: thoughts like stars in the night sky →
welcometotheland-ofmisfittoys.tumblr.com
welcometotheland-ofmisfittoys:
it’s been four months.
four of the hardest months
of my life.
and all i wanted was you.now you’re here.
we talked on the phone
for an hour or so.
i missed you more than anything.but it’s a strange feeling.
talking to you was comforting
but also heartbreaking
because everything was different…
January 2013
3 posts
- The Hunger Games: This is the first kiss that we're both fully aware of. Neither of us hobbled by sickness or pain or simply unconscious. Our lips neither burning with fever or icy cold. This is the first kiss where I actually feel stirring inside my chest. Warm and curious. This is the first kiss that makes me want another. (pg. 298)
- Catching Fire: This time, there is nothing but us to interrupt us. And after a few attempts, Peeta gives up on talking. The sensation inside me grows warmer and spreads out from my chest, down through my body, out along my arms and legs, to the tips of my being. Instead of satisfying me, the kisses have the opposite effect, of making my need greater. I thought I was something of an expert on hunger, but this is an entirely new kind. (pg.352)
- Mockingjay: It's a long shot, it's suicide maybe, but I do the only thing I can think of. I lean in and kiss Peeta full on the mouth. His whole body starts shuddering, but I keep my lips pressed to his until I have to come up for air. My hands slip up his wrists to clasp his. "Don't let him take you from me." Peeta's panting hard as he fights the nightmares raging in his head. "No. I don't want to..." I clench his hands to the point of pain. "Stay with me." His pupils contract to pinpoints, dilate again rapidly, and then return to something resembling normalcy. "Always," he murmurs. (pg. 314)
December 2012
2 posts
“I love no one but you, I have discovered, but you are far away and I am here alone. Then this is my life and maybe, however unlikely, I’ll find my way back there. Or maybe, one day, I’ll settle for second best. And on that same day, hell will freeze over, the sun will burn out and the stars will fall from the sky.”
—Lemony Snicket, A Series of Unfortunate Events (via eternellement-reconnaissant)
