I miss the days when I thought that growing up would be the greatest thing. Innocent statements: “I’ll be able to drive. Life will be easy. I could go wherever I want. My future’s set in stone.” That all crumbled: ”School is getting harder. I failed again. I miss those days. Maybe I am an idiot. When did the world become so evil? How did this happen? Where am I going?” That all crumbled. I no longer yearn for the years of experience. I no longer desire to see what the future holds. The loss of innocence. The realization. The contempt. The world that I had envisioned so idealistically has fallen apart in my hands. I wish I were able to take it back. I wish…I wish…I wish.
— (via wordsthat-speak)
It was right then, between when I asked about the labyrinth and when she answered me, that I realized the importance of curves, of the thousand places where girls’ bodies ease from one place to another, from arc to the foot to ankle to calf, from calf to hip to wait to breast to neck to ski-slope nose to forehead to shoulder to the concave arch of the back to the butt to the etc. I’d noticed curves before, of course, but I had never quite apprehended their significance.
— John Green, Looking for Alaska (via justanotherquoteblog)
I hide because there’s more to me than what you see and I’m not sure you’d like the rest. I know that sometimes, I don’t like the rest.
— I Wrote This For You (via perfect)
