“So I know she forgives me, just as I forgive her. Thomas Edison’s last words were: “It’s very beautiful over there.” I don’t know where there is, but I believe it’s somewhere, and I hope it’s beautiful.”—John Green, Looking for Alaska
I miss the taste of your kiss, the shape of your smile, the smell of your skin, the sound of your voice. I miss the light in your eyes that no one could ever notice but me. I miss the way you looked at me and touched. I miss myself with you. I miss us. Basically, I miss the way you loved me and I miss the way I loved you. I still want to. I still want you.
“Don’t give up. Keep going. There is always a chance that you stumble onto something terrific. I have never heard of anyone stumbling over anything while he was sitting down.”—Ann Landers (via kari-shma)
She brushed one lock of escaping hair behind her ear. Her shoulders were hunched, as always, her eyes downcast, and there was a quiver in her voice, like the smell of rain before the storm, implying a lot more than could be seen, “I don’t understand.”
“You don’t ever understand, when do you ever understand? You don’t listen, you’re insane, and you’re pathetic.” There was nothing in his voice but ice and heat, playing a dangerous game.
She looked up, a forced brave look already making its way from her mind to her face, “You don’t help me understand. All you do is get more and more angry. I had no hope from the beginning, no chance of ever winning you ever. Your mind was already made up, you just haven’t wanted to see it.” Tears began to fall down cheeks that should have already been carved through, eroded by the constant stream. Other suspicions were on the tip of her tongue and they tasted bitter.
She waited, as the tears got stronger, the pain welling up from the dark place where she keeps it. And then she heard it, it didn’t start soft and make its way upwards, no, it was strong, loud and pointed at her. Laughter. His laughter. Peeling through the air as though there were no pained soul before him, no wreck of a woman wishing only to finally be seen. Her world caved in, all the kisses on her nose, all the sweet tickling, the quiet talks at night, the resting of heads and shoulders on each other; all of it gone in a moment and replaced by the only truth which was left: He did not care at all.
And as he walked away, making choices that took him further away from her, she could only wonder if he would ever know what he had done to her soul, changed it irrevocably, and whether or not she’d ever recover.
Wow. This is a deep, and inspiring piece of writing.
Thuong:D it's Elle:D haha since I haven't undestood how to reply I'm writining here XD u need to explain me how to reply to the message:D that's sooo sweet -that u understood my writing:P- haha:D I love your tumblr♥
Elle! Oh on here, you can’t reply to what you written, it’s because you ask a question. It’s not like a conversation you can have like on facebook/polyvore, haha. But I think that if you get yourself a tumblr, you could reblog with a reply I think :))
How long have we talked? I know your writing a mile off! lol. Thanks you :)) I think I want a kitten! err but I’m allergic :( I finished my editing flashback today :))). xxx