tinkle-bells-hell:

wow this photo is perfect.

mols:

I think you could fall in love with anyone if you saw the parts of them no one else gets to see. Like if you followed them around invisibly for a day and saw them crying in their bed at night or singing in the shower or humming quietly to themselves as they make a sandwich or even just walking along the street. And even if they were really weird and had no friends at school, I think, after seeing them at their most vulnerable, you wouldn’t be able to help falling in love with them.

(via paper-trees)

It was wrong of me to come to this school. I’ll never even be average among everybody here.

Stick with friends who saw you, when nobody else did. Stick with friends who you can call assholes, and know it’s a code word for I love you. Stick with friends who look at your mistakes, and think it’s fucking awesome. Stick with friends who don’t care when you’re crying, because they know you’re stronger than that. Stick with friends who were true to you from the very start.

— (via wordsandlyrics)

I want to talk to you SO BADLY.

But I can’t.

I will never forget those people who’ve left me and completely broken our friendship because they couldn’t be bothered to keep it. Just because I’m so nice to you still doesn’t mean you’re my friend at all. Just a classmate or someone I used to know.

I kinda miss the bond we shared. I mean, who wouldn’t miss that comfortable feeling with a person?
Where we could talk for hours about everything, anything, and not have a problem with the silence in the middle. Can’t forget all the ridiculous stuff we did. Stupid or not, everything was just so fun. Endless nights, real talks, the “remember whens”, I remember it all. And it’s funny what life does, how it could just give you things and take it away so soon. I really can’t get it out of my head that you grow distant from people and that good things come to an end sooner or later. But along the way, I learned one good thing about life; it goes on, you just gotta pick yourself up and learn to keep up.

— (via wordsandlyrics)

You assume that I’m fine, but you don’t know how to read between the lines. I swim from moody to callous to giddy and humorous in naught point-one second. That’s not because I’m easy going or feeling guilty for being off hand with you. It’s lack of confidence and self-esteem. It’s trying to fit in and trying to hide the scars at the same time. Maybe I’m doing a good job and that’s why you don’t see.

— (via wordsandlyrics)