“The movies I watch and the music I listen to and the books I read - those are important to me. It’s very important to me, and I don’t know what I would do without those things.”—Joseph Gordon-Levitt (via chocolate-cigarettes) (via jocasta) (via palahniukandchocolate)
“Books say: She did this because. Life says: She did this. Books are where things are explained to you; life is where things aren’t. I’m not surprised some people prefer books. Books make sense of life. The only problem is that the lives they make sense of are other people’s lives, never your own.”—Julian Barnes, Flaubert’s Parrot (via sometimesagreatnotion) (via quote-book)
he did not want to love her anymore. he made that perfectly clear - he did not want to. but that does not mean he does not still do.
she wants him still, she loves him still. but she can’t make him understand. always. it’s always been a rough time. but she loves him, still.
and the little girl is stuck in between all these. poor thing, she doesn’t have a clue. although it’s yet to be said if that’s a good things, or not.
lately, i just noticed how the kissmarks you leave on my skin last so much longer that the good times. and i have to admit, it is a lot easier to not have you around - although definitely not any happier.
that’s why i write letters to you daily, letters i address to cyberspace. and i know you’ll never write back. i don’t even think you could read the words. but that’s okay.
i am comforted by what a friend once wrote about love letters”
“for there was something juvenile about writing love letters to someone who doesn’t write back…something so beautiful in its simplicity, in its purity…”
and it’s when i remember these lines that i feel okay, about you not writing back, or not even knowing.
but because i am not a big fan of romanticism, i want you to write back. i long for the day when you would make that decision to write the first letter, the first word, that first sentence. and when that day comes, i’ll eagerly be awaiting for a piece of envelope in the mail, or a post in cyberspace, or even the slightest beep of my phone. i will keep all my lines open.