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I often find myself walking through busy downtown neighborhoods, passing by people of all ages, ethnicities, and backgrounds, going about their lives, hurrying to get somewhere, or trying to leave. All of them, a different face, a different life, a different story.

Whenever I see them, I can’t help but think, what secrets are these people carrying with them every day, wherever they go, that no one else in the world knows about? Do their secrets weigh them down? Do we have any secrets in common? Do their secrets make them feel alone?

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"I think you could fall in love with anyone if you saw the parts of them that no one else gets to see. Like if you followed them around invisibly for a day and you saw them crying in their bed at night or singing to themselves as they make a sandwich or even just walking along the street and even if they were really weird and had no friends at school, I think after seeing them at their most vulnerable you wouldn’t be able to help falling in love with them."

Anonymous  (via aurelle)

This is the love I want — like Carl and Ellie. <3

Procrastination and Love.

I am totally supposed to be studying for my Chemistry exam tomorrow, but I can’t right now. I started listening to 8tracks and now am listening to a playlist of love songs. The cool thing about this playlist is that it pretty much describes my life right now. There’s definitely been a change lately, and he’s great. I am pretty happy really happy with him. I’m just glad that loves songs really can make me happy instead of sad, for a change. <3

Here’s a link to the playlist:

http://8tracks.com/neverletyougo/you-are-my-everything

Spanish Project + Me and my Friends = TOTES HIL

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I love it!

joncozart:

Asking someone out LIKE A BOSS!

By Jon Cozart

Sarah Kay. She blows my mind.

"Of all forms of caution, caution in love is perhaps the most fatal to true happiness."

Bertrand Russell

"If you were coming in the fall,
I ’d brush the summer by
With half a smile and half a spurn,
As housewives do a fly.

If I could see you in a year,
I ’d wind the months in balls,
And put them each in separate drawers,
Until their time befalls.

If only centuries delayed,
I ’d count them on my hand,
Subtracting till my fingers dropped
Into Van Diemen’s land.

If certain, when this life was out,
That yours and mine should be,
I ’d toss it yonder like a rind,
And taste eternity.

But now, all ignorant of the length
Of time’s uncertain wing,
It goads me, like the goblin bee,
That will not state its sting."

Emily Dickinson - “If you were coming in the fall”