If you’ve ever tried to fight tears on the bus ride home, and failed. If you’ve ever lied about why your eyes were glazed over, and you were believed. This one’s for you. If you’ve ever stopped listening to your favorite band because he liked them too. If you’ve ever hated a girl you didn’t know because he picked her over you. This one’s for you. If you’ve ever wished you were weak enough to cry in public. If you’ve ever constantly hid behind laughter and smiles. This one’s for you. If you’ve ever bit your lip to stop it from quivering. If you’ve ever walked with your eyes planted on the ground. This one’s for you. If you’ve ever stared into the darkness before sleep, trying to avoid the ‘what’s if’s’ and ‘if only’s’. If you’ve ever listened to totally different music, but ended up thinking about him anyway. This one’s for you. The girl who doesn’t get the guy. The girl who still lives her life to the fullest she can. The girl who gets up every day and doesn’t give up. This one’s for you, because it takes so much to be that strong.
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It’s actually a good thing that the zombie apocalypse starts in Florida because then the zombies only have one way to go and that’s straight up into trigger happy redneck territory. I give it two weeks before monster trucks and mullets save us.
I’ve never forgotten him. Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart. I still cannot understand how he could abandon me so unceremoniously, without any sort of goodbye, without looking back even once. The pain is like an axe that chops my heart.
Yann Martel, Life of Pi (via vanished)
