Me when I’m the next one to present in class


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"It doesn’t even matter if I love you more than anyone else in this damn world, you don’t want me."


He glanced over at her and laughed.

"Because when you can’t be happy with them, but you can’t be happy without them either… Yeah, that’s when you know you’re well and truly fucked."


Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #53 (via blossomfully)

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The first time she said it, he was on the floor, looking for something.

"I love you."

It was quiet, as if a passing thought. But he froze, like it was the most important thing in the world.

"Say it again," he said, turning to look at her.

"I love you." She whispered.

And there was something about the way she sat there, quivering like a leaf, that made him want to sit down and hold her forever.

"I love you I love you I love you."

She was getting much too brave, and the words rolled off her tongue like they’d been waiting for a long time to be heard.

"I have been too afraid all my life." She said. "But I am tired now. Screw building walls and hiding emotions.

"I am fucking terrified, and perhaps I don’t know much. But I love you," she laughed. "I know that I love you."


Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #55  (via blossomfully)

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when i’m saying bye to my queer friend


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"Lately I’ve been feeling like there’s so much noise, ya know? So much static. All these voices competing for attention. Teachers, parents, magazines. what’s in, what’s out, who’s cool, who’s not cool enough… and it’s like all this shit gets so loud I feel like I cant even hear myself think. I just want to get in my car and drive… but then I see you, I see you across the hall leaning against your locker… in that jacket that you love so much… then you see me and you smile but just smile and it’s like, it’s like all that noise fades away ya know… and then the only thing I can hear is the sound of your voice…"

"All I want, like in the world, is to just keep talking to you. I wanna know how your day was, where you wanna eat, and I want to argue with you. And I want to hear all of your theories, even the ones that are completely, you know, wrong. And I know it’s not that simple, but I just think - no, I really believe if you just, if you’d just be willing to continue this conversation with me, then we can figure the rest out."

"Dave Hodgman" or Dylan O’Brien💕 (via emilyconant16)






shut. up.

this isnt real

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This isn’t real. He isn’t real

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"Anyone who is observant, who discovers the person they have always dreamed of, knows that sexual energy comes into play before sex even takes place. The greatest pleasure isn’t sex, but the passion with which it is practiced. When the passion is intense, then sex joins in to complete the dance, but it is never the principal aim."

Paulo Coelho (via feellng)

Some old books have hidden messages on the edge of their pages.






This was done through a technique called “fore-edge painting,” which is an illustration that is hidden on the edge of the pages of the book. The technique allegedly dates back to the 1650s.

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