we can't behave like people in novels, can we?
I'm Rachel, age 16, from the Lowcountry, South Carolina. I'm an old soul, or so I've been told. I like books; maybe I hide behind them, but they're more comfortable than an old sweatshirt to me. Bricks buildings are wonderful, and so is coffee, loud music, and cityscapes. I'm trying to go places, learn something new, and be happy.
It’s 2am and I miss you
just like I did last night at 9pm
and just like I will tomorrow
at 6am when I wake up without you
It’s okay if I’m not
your favorite
chapter you have
but I hope you
sometimes smile
when you flip
back to the pages
I was still apart of.
— Unknown (via perfect)

(via shinebrightbeautiful)

Source: rustyvoices
I’m sorry, I’m awful, I’ve just felt so terribly destructive all week. It’s awful. I’m horrible.
— J.D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey   (via girl-human)

(via turtle-this-turtle-that)

Source: tulipfalls
I’m not totally mad at you. I’m just sad. You’re all locked up in that little world of yours, and when I try knocking on the door, you just sort of look up for a second and go right back inside.
— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via setfiresonbabies)

(via turtle-this-turtle-that)

Source: ovacadoo
I have a million things to talk to you about. A million things we have to talk about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning.
Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via radicalteen)

(via stayburned)

Source: bookmania
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