— mr-henk

“What’s buried in my chest is nothing less than a heart of gold. My mind however, is Pandora’s box. A very dark, strange, forbidden place. Such that to invite anyone to peek inside, much less the person with the key to my heart, could have catastrophic repercussions.”

Isn’t it strange?

“Isn’t it strange? There are so many people out there who secretly love someone. And there are so many people out there who have no idea that someone secretly loves them.”

— Lauren Oliver, Delirium #1

“It’s so strange how life works: You want something and you wait and wait and feel like it’s taking forever to come. Then it happens and it’s over and all you want to do is curl back up in that moment before things changed.”

it's so strange that autumn is so beautiful....

We are torn between

it has a disobliging habit

It's a strange thing, but when you are dreading something, and would give anything to slow down time, it has a disobliging habit of speeding up.

Pittacus Lore

Being in love is a very strange thing. Your thoughts constantly drift towards this other person, no matter what you’re doing. You could be reaching for a glass in the cupboard or brushing your teeth or listening to someone tell a story, and your mind will just start drifting towards their face, their hair, the way they smell, wondering what they’ll wear, and what they’ll say the next time they see you. And on top of the constant dream state you’re in, your stomach feels like it’s connected to a bungee chord, and it bounces and bounces around for hours until it finally lodges itself next to your heart,

strange isn't it?

It's strange how during the worst periods of your life, the first people you push away are the ones you need the most

and only once in a rare million

and only once in a rare million

"If a man be gracious and courteous to strangers, it shows he is a citizen of the world." ~Francis Bacon

to be strangers

love story

memory

something so small

again.

stabs you

A stranger stabs you in the front; a friend stabs you in the back; a boyfriend stabs you in the heart, but best friends only poke each other with straws. 

Frida Kahlo

new ways