If you are lucky enough to find a weirdo never let them go
|—||Matthew Gray Gubler (via deidreelliott)|
But who prays for Satan? Who, in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most?
|—||Mark Twain (via namalam)|
When something important is damaged, we cannot take our eyes (or thoughts) away from the break, the crack, or the wound. The first bad scratch on a new car, the first recognized lie told by a new lover. We knew this would happen, sure, but secretly hoped it never would. Sometimes these things can be repaired but even then they will never really be whole or perfect again. Never.
I love the rain. I love how it softens the outlines of things. The world becomes softly blurred, and I feel like I melt right into it.
|—||Hagumi Hanamoto (Honey And Clover)|
The best kind of people are the ones that come into your life, and make you see the sun where you once saw clouds. The people that believe in you so much, you start to believe in you too. The people that love you, simply for being you. The once in a lifetime kind of people.
|—||Unknown (via onlinecounsellingcollege)|
There’s something fairy-tale-like about it, which is perfect, because fairy tales are all about innocence and ill will and the inevitability of terrible things. They’re all about the moment when the girl is no longer who she was.
|—||Nina LaCour, “Everything Leads to You” (via sansnerys)|