YOUR ROYAL HIGHNESS
Vanessa. Legally 18. College. Engineer,soon. Vampires. Books and Chocolates. Sugar and spice. Katy Perry. Miranda Kerr. Pink lipsticks. Mascara. Ribbons. Romance and photography. Late nights and lazy mornings. Teenager with dreams. Binge eater. Suffocating in fat.
Romantic but never hopeless.
Read @ your own risk.
HOW DO YOU START A RELATIONSHIP?
DO YOU WALK UP TO SOMEONE AND SAY I SHIP US?
HELP
HOW DO I FUNCTION IN SOCIETY
I’ve been telling myself that someday I’ll be happier and I won’t feel so lonely. But that day just won’t come and I don’t know how much longer I can try to convince myself that life will get better.
Do you ever just sit there and look at yourself and examine every single detail about yourself and just get really upset because you’re you?
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 larmoyante)
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Some things don’t last forever, but some things do. Like a good song, or a good book, or a good memory you can take out and unfold in your darkest times, pressing down on the corners and peering in close, hoping you still recognize the person you see there.
That awkward moment when you’ve fallen in love with someone who’s already in love with someone else.
You made me love you. Now you’re telling me about how you love someone else. You tell me everything about you, we talk about anything under the sun, but only because you see me as a friend.. your confidante.
