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character posters: percy jackson and the olympians/heroes of olympus ā³ nico di angelo
Nicole di Angeloā”
Rome - Italy (by Gordon)
The one place I'm dying to visit!
Iām sick of waiting. Waiting for calls Iāll never receive, touches Iāll never feel, apologies Iāll never hear, and āI love youāsā that will never be said.
The waiting game (via niagara-flaws)
Carvings.ā” #Jaipur #Rajasthan
"Your eyes speak volumes, when you don't", she told him. She was amazed by how honest his eyes were. For her, his eyes weren't just plain dark brown orbs, they were a mystery she was dying to solve. #littlethings
The perks of being a wallflower. #oneofthemostamazingbooksIveread.
C'est la vie....
āIn some twisted way she believed that seeing the blood leave her body; sheās making the guilt go awayā¦ā
" I thought I finally moved on, Iāve finally found someone. But when he hugged me I felt something missing. I didnāt know it that day, but I realize now that I missed the way your arms would feel around me, warm and mine. These little things made me realise that Iāve never really moved on. Iām still right there where u left me"
#istilldomissyou
Have you ever just realized you never moved on? You grieved for so long and then felt so much anger that you thought had moved on but then that anger subsides into letting go of whatever made you mad. And then you start to notice yourself feeling things about them you never thought youād feel again and you just realize you never stopped loving them. You were just so good at lying and convincing everyone else that you believed it to.
m.a (via fuckeverybody123)
Describe your boyfriend in one word
Me: fictional
#aminova2k16 #onelovethebeatles (at Amity University, Mumbai)
I used to wish for someone to look at me the way you looked at her. You look at her like sheās the only thing on your mind, like she is the only one you spend all your time thinking about. Your eyes tell the story of how you use up all your 11:11 wishes yearning for her, and how you dream of her during especially cold and lonely days when you need someone. You look at her as if sheās the last flower blooming in a barren desertĀ ā as if sheās the only thing that lights up your dark, starless nights. I thought if I, too, had someone who looked at me the way you looked at her, Iād be content. So content, in fact, that they would make me forget about you. And so I searchedĀ ā I passed by boys with pretty colored eyes and deep, soulful eyes and dark eyes that screamed danger and bright eyes that promised laughter. I looked for boys with eyes like yours, that could make me feel the way you did.Ā In the end, I came to a realization that it was only you that I wanted to look at me in all your loving ways.
the way you look at her (via mohrning)
I'd still wish upon a star for you.
He was just a boy who feared heights.
ā L.W.