She imagines him imagining her.
This is her salvation.
i don’t want to be a part of a college system where plagiarism is a worse crime than rape
She was too quiet, or she was too loud. She took things too seriously, or not seriously at all. She was too sensitive, or too cold-hearted. She hated with every fiber of her being, or loved with every piece of her heart. There was no in-between for her. It was either all or nothing. She wanted everything but settled for nothing
I hope you look for me in everyone else and panic when you realize that they’ll never be exactly the same.
La locura se sumó a la depresión y Van Gogh nunca mas sonrió de oreja a oreja.
Do not call me perfect,
a lie is never a compliment.
Call me an erratic
Then tell me that you
love me for it.
every 1st september we joke about getting ready for hogwarts to cover up the very real and very very deep scars of never getting our letters