I have all these things that I want to say to her, like… Like how I can tell she’s a lonely person, even if other people can’t. Cause I know what it feels like to be lost and lonely and invisible.

(The Double, 2013)

You know that moment when you’re reading a book and you just have to stop and bite your lip and squeal or sigh or close your eyes and wrinkle your nose and forehead and press the book against your heart and just like sit there and try to soak up the gorgeous literature via osmosis?

That’s my favorite part of reading. 

 Lee Jung (b. 1972, Korea) ” Neon Text”

You might be gone but I’ll always care. I’ll care until I tire. I’ll care even though the written promises are nothing but odd things inked on paper. I’ll care even though you, like them, have become nothing but a mere stranger, a glimpse to something that no longer exists. For you, I’ll care. For you I’ll care, I’l regard, I’ll love. I’ll sit on my bed, drowning in you and I’ll hope that every once in a while you look back and think that you care like I care about you.
a note about caring by odellian

braedenes:

I need you. Scottyoure my brother.

dandileon:

my baby lives in shades of blue

fruitpacks:

*high fives myself b/c of my good taste in music*

LLMNS