My Tumblr Crushes:
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cornelisrage
middleofthenightdaydreams
republicofthebees
rakuli
mikefrawley
maxmundan
lzlabseesu
soul-in-division
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My Tumblr Crushes:
amusealex
cornelisrage
middleofthenightdaydreams
republicofthebees
rakuli
mikefrawley
maxmundan
lzlabseesu
soul-in-division
My Tumblr Crushes:
middleofthenightdaydreams
etherealu
ybb55
nathensurman
mariacenzina
wistfulmuse
juniperfrancislee
lulu-llama
savageleewriting
Sometimes it is just too late. Too late to wonder why and too late to call and make things right. Too late to try and work things out. Too late to love... and too late to hate. Sometimes, time won and it's too late for everything but letting go.
Anna Roig - middleofthenightdaydreams
I'd go any distance. I'd climb any mountain. I'd do every sacrifice. Only to know that love does exist. I just couldn't live in a world where love is but a mere word crafted to sloppily fill a void that can never be fulfilled.
Anna Roig - middleofthenightdaydreams
I just wish that when there's nothing left to say between us, there'll still be love to sing for us.
Anna Roig
If you want to fix something about me... fix me a drink!
The unbroken.
When you create a story, you not only tell a story or build a character, you give them a life. A life of their own. And a story that will forever stay with you. In your heart.
And it grows on you so much, that you just cannot think of them as words on a mere paper sheet, you start wondering how they are, what are they doing, what would they think about this or that.
I, for one, have lived it. And it is the ultimate feeling, because somehow, you've transcended your own life and your own time. I'm sure, or I wish, that somehow, all those people are alive, if only, in a parallel universe.
No heart is ever whole without some cracks on it.
Anna Roig / middleofthenightdaydreams