What we have here is a dreamer. Someone completely out of touch with reality.
you miss everything that's in your way
you miss everything that's good for you.
When you're young everything feels like the end of the world. But it's not, it's just the beginning, you might have to meet a few more jerks. but one day you're gonna meet a boy who treats you the way you deserve to be treated. Like the sun rises and sets with you.
I saw the horizon. It's out there. And though I may not ever be able to touch it, it's worth reaching for.
Sometimes affection is a shy flower that takes time to blossom.
“My characters shall have, after a little trouble, all that they desire.” – Jane Austen.
Can the greatest romance of your life last only one night?
I feel like if someone were to touch me, I'd dissolve into molecules.
You know you're in love with a person when you talk to them for a minimum of 20 minutes a day in your head.
Aren't the clouds beautiful? They look like big balls of cotton. I could just lie here all day and watch them drift by.
Who says we want what we think we want? We want what we think we are supposed to want? Like what the books tell us to want. And the movies. That's what I wanted. Happy. Happy, happy, happy. Shit like that, ok? We didn't get that. That's the end of that. Ok? It's not ... the end of us. It's the end of a dream, that's all. You wake up in the morning, the dream's over, so what? We're still here ...
I love you. And not, not in a friendly way, although I think we're great friends. And not in a misplaced affection, puppy-dog way, although I'm sure that's what you'll call it. I love you. Very, very simple, very truly. You are the epitome of everything I have ever looked for in another human being. And I know that you think of me as just a friend, and crossing that line is the furthest thing from an option you would ever consider. But I had to say it. I just, I can't take this anymore. I can't stand next to you without wanting to hold you. I can't, I can't look into your eyes without feeling that, that longing you only read about in trashy romance novels. I can't talk to you without wanting to express my love for everything you are. And I know this will probably queer our friendship - no pun intended - but I had to say it, because I've never felt this way before, and I don't care.
...without love, without anger, without sorrow, breath is just a clock ticking.
You and I are gonna be okay. You know that, right? We may not be as happy as you always dreamed we would be, but for the first time let's just allow ourselves to be whatever it is we are, and that will be better, okay? I think that will be better.