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the-girl-behind-the-wall:

Reading Peter Pan to my little brother. Never knew how sad and beautifully and poetically this book is written

the-girl-behind-the-wall:

Reading Peter Pan to my little brother. Never knew how sad and beautifully and poetically this book is written

We had everything to say to each other, but no ways to say it.
Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via curiousbear)
Maybe it’s sad that these are now memories. And maybe it’s not sad.
Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being A Wallflower (via aheartwhichbeats)
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<3 :/   im sorry…

One day you fall for this boy, and he touches you with his fingers. And he burns holes in your skin with his mouth. And it hurts when you look at him, and it hurts when you don’t. And it feels like someone’s cut you open with a jagged piece of glass, and then you realized you always felt this way.
Maureen Medved, The Tracey Fragments (via petalis)