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Uncharted: The Lost Legacy (2017)
GRIS (2018)
âI need to stop fantasizing about running away to some other life, and start figuring out the one I have.â
â Holly Black
âThis was another of our fears: that Life wouldnât turn out to be like Literature.â
â Julian Barnes
Porn blogs still posting porn until December 17th is the equivalent of the band playing while the Titanic was sinking.
âIf this is the only life, then why am I not just doing everything I want to do?â - James Franco (via quotemadness)
via @quotemadness
ââI hate the feeling of being clingy and pathetic and mad and jealous over someone who I canât even call mine.ââ
â Iletslive
âyou know what fuck you. fuck you for liking her more. fuck you for not noticing how hard Iâm trying. fuck you for not seeing how much effort I put in making you happy. fuck you for not realizing that your actions fucking hurt. fuck you.â
â me (11:40pm)
Why are boys stupid idiots who dont think about othersâ feelings???
I could listen to you talk for hours and baby, I would never get tired of it.
â Unknown
my heart says yes but my anxiety says no
The girl who laughs too loud. Oh god, you could tell her to shut up before she even starts but thereâs something about that high pitched laugh. Itâs not a pretty laugh but itâs a laugh youâll remember. The girl who smiles all the time at literally everything, who practices it in the mirror at night when everyoneâs asleep or in the middle of the day when no oneâs really paying attention to her. The girl who journeys alone. Sheâs not ugly, but sheâs not beautiful. It makes her feel worthless sometimes, like love will never come her way like she expects it to on a midnight train. She wants the full experience, the love letters and chocolates and the lifetime together until youâre old and senile. Sheâd be the best girlfriend. She would be all in. The girl who breaks her own heart from time to time right on schedule. At least once every month, thereâs one bad thought. Or a bad encounter with a friend or a good cry that feels like the end of the world. The girl who thinks sheâs the only one who is different and that no one else could possibly understand her. She canât wait to go to New York and do New York things. Maybe a little Paris too. This girl paints pictures in her mind everyday, to the point where it feels like sheâs actually seeing them first hand. This girl is worth every single page.
Write This Girl, ultra-mckenzie-me (via wnq-writers)
One. You see her for the first time and sheâll walk right past you like you are a crack in the wall and she is a skyscraper with her head so high in the air and when you canât sleep youâll think about the way her eyes strayed into yours for a moment too long before breaking away and disappearing into the crowd of people. Two. Sheâll look both ways before telling you she loves you under her breath and when she hugs you her eyes scan the empty room as if the walls had eyes and ears and mouths that could give you away. Three. When sheâs curled up on your lap shaking with mismatched breaths youâll wonder how someone who looked like she carried mountains on her shoulders could crumble so easily in your arms like the tornado in her mind finally hit her and knocked her off her feet. Four. In half-light sheâll run her fingers over your arms like she is reading words carved into your skin, binding them together into the perfect metaphor and youâll hear it playback in your head at 4am when your head runs wild with thoughts of her. Five. Youâll find a safe haven on rooftops and abandoned rooms where sheâll set fire to your insides with hushed breaths between kisses planted perfectly on your lips and make you wonder how dangerous it is to play with wild flames while your body is made of paper. Six. Youâll stare God right in the eye and tell him that if loving her was a sin then you want no place in heaven with him because the way her lips fit perfectly on your neck is a type of paradise youâll never forget.
The six stages of falling in love with her. // by rb (via rbcages)