I’m up to my ears in unwritten words.

- J.D. Salinger, (excerpt from a letter to Jean Miller)

(Source: larmoyante)

When night falls people become as lonely as snowflakes floating down from a gray city sky. Now and again we fall past a streetlamp and are visible, a brief moment apart, REAL— we can be seen. We exist. Then we vanish into the gray darkness and the earth draws us to it.

- Erik Fosnes Hansen, Psalm at Journey’s End: A Novel (via journalofanobody)

Some people just makes me want to vomit. 

Apr 7

Oy vay…

trời ơi…

"…that the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can’t say tomorrow day…”

I hope the feelings do flow both ways…

He makes me feel again. Makes me look forward to the next day. Awaken all my senses. I would have never thought feelings like these comes with such ease. 

I’m grateful to have met him but so terrified to lose him. I don’t want to let him go, ever.

The conversation between your fingers and someone else’s skin. This is the most important discussion you can ever have.

- Iain Thomas, I Wrote This for You (via fourteendrawings)

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Mar 9

He’s part of my diary.

Mar 9

Fifteen minutes with you.
Well, I wouldn’t say no.

- The Smiths - Reel Around The Fountain  (via moonsads)

Sang Ngang - Ngoc Anh & Bang Kieu

Such a poetic song.