In this world of numbness and information overload, the ability to feel, my boy, is a rare gift indeed.
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In this world of numbness and information overload, the ability to feel, my boy, is a rare gift indeed.
Patrick Ness, The Ask and the Answer
Write about the way he looks at you— Like you’re hung up on a museum wall, Or how perfectly his hair tends to fall. Write about how effortlessly he spins your head into a dizzy, And tell me why, with him peace finally feels easy. Write about your first date, And how many butterflies fled your bones that night. Tell me how you keep expecting them to die off or fade away, But instead they make love and multiply daily. Write about the time you talked for 6 hours, And built a home within his words—a house inside his eyes. Tell me how you fell in love somewhere between 9pm and sunrise. Write about his voice and how it serenades you With a comfort you can no longer live without— Tell me how it kills you that he says he hates the sound of it. The way it feels like someone is insulting your favorite song, Or terribly misjudging a work of art. Write about how his insecurities resemble a good book, The kind you can’t seem to put down. Write out every unique fragment you see inside of him. Tell me why he thinks they’re flaws he has to hold within, While you see each one as a reason To love who he is and where he’s been. You were afraid to write about him for so long, Terrified your words would depicts his beauty all wrong— But finally you’re starting to see, Writing about him will always be poetry.
April Dawn
She wasn’t bitter. She was sad, though. But it was a hopeful kind of sad. The kind of sad that just takes time.
Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower
The Mindy Project, 2x14 - “The Desert”
But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.
John Green, Looking for Alaska
A learning experience is one of those things that says, ‘You know that thing you just did? Don’t do that.
Douglas Adams, The Salmon of Doubt
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Several of my friends have made me realize that things aren't meant to be in life: it's about decisions and working hard for what you want. People wouldn't get anywhere otherwise.
Because when something happens, she’s the person I want to tell. The most basic indicator of love.
David Levithan, Every Day
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