“I have something I need to tell you,” he says. I run my fingers along the tendons in his hands and look back at him. “I might be in love with you.” He smiles a little. “I’m waiting until I’m sure to tell you, though.”


sometimes i actually get my shit together but then i lose it again like 2 days later

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Every now and then I think about my dad and how surreal it is that he in this world anymore. 

We cling to our fairy tales until the price for believing in them becomes too high.

 Ransom Riggs, Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children (via wordsnquotes)

No one knows anything, really. It’s all rented, or borrowed.

Ian McEwan (via wordsnquotes)