“You can kill the dreamer,
But you can’t kill the dreams.” —Martin Luther King (via obliviscentes)
But you can’t kill the dreams.” —Martin Luther King (via obliviscentes)
November 2011
“Because you’re looking for a date, not love. Because you’re more interested in who you go to bed with than who you wake up next to. Because you tick boxes in your head instead of crossing lines in your heart.”
—-I Wrote This For You: The Colours Run (via 33113)
Almost pissed my pants submitting my UC applications.
going to give you a big fat massive hug tomorrow <3
nawww yayy! but you did ditched us in maths today </3
“One of the fascinations of a large city is the immense variety of human activities taking place behind the seemingly anonymous and endlessly undifferentiated rows of houses. A person who lives in such a city will time and again experience surprise or even shock as he discovers the strange pursuits that some men engage in quite unobtrusively in houses that, from the outside, look like all the others on a certain street. Having had this experience once or twice, one will repeatedly find oneself walking down a street, perhaps late in the evening, and wondering what may be going on under the bright lights showing through a line of drawn curtains. An ordinary family engaged in pleasant talk with guests? A scene of desperations amid illness or death? Or a scene of debauched pleasures? Perhaps a strange cult or a dangerous conspiracy? The facades of the houses cannot tell us, proclaiming nothing but an architectural conformity to the tastes of some group or class that may not even inhabit the street any longer.”
—Peter L. Berger (via 33113)
A boy to hold your face and call you darling.
And kiss you on the porchsteps and make your breath stutter and a boy to drive all around town looking at Christmas lights, who loves the ocean and summer time and Polaroid pictures. A boy that holds your hand when he’s driving and shares his drink.
“In your life, you meet people. Some you never think about again. Some, you wonder what happened to them. There are some that you wonder if they ever think about you. And then there are some you wish you never had to think about ever again. But you do.”
—C.S. Lewis, The Wonder Years (via vikt0riaa)
