“Are you feeling okay? Do you have a headache? Hey, what’s wrong? You look pale. Is the sun too bright? You need to get more rest. What if I’m not around and something happens to you? Be safe. How are you feeling? You should really go to the doctor again. But it’s not okay! It’s so stupid. I believe in you. Don’t listen to them. Please tell your mom. Go to the doctor, or else. If anything happened to you…I don’t know what I’d do. You’re the strongest person I know. How can I NOT worry about it? I miss you. What does it feel like? You can do anything. Have the headaches been bad? I worry about you all the time. How are you? I love you. Please, just go to the doctor. I’m sorry. If I could wish for anything, I would wish that you could play. If you had been able to play, you wouldn’t have met me. Maybe you should take some medicine. Dress warmly. Is it too hot in here? I miss you. Hunny, roll over. I thought you were sick and was worried. You mean so much to me. Thank you. For everything. I love you most”
Caught in the rain
Hope you have a weekend full of surprising moments
(via cheesecaake)
This is where I go, when I go
This is where I go, when I go:
It’s a room with no windows and no doors, and walls that are thin enough for me to see and hear everything but too thick to break through.
I’m there, but I’m not there.
I am pounding to be let out, but nobody can hear me.
This is where I go, when I go:
To a country where everyone’s face looks different from mine, and the language is the act of not speaking, and noise is everywhere in the air we breathe. I am doing what the Romans do in Rome; I am trying to communicate, but no one has bothered to tell me that these people cannot hear.
This is where I go, when I go:
Somewhere completely, unutterably orange.
This is where I go, when I go:
To the place where my body becomes a piano, full of black keys only - the sharps and the flats, when everyone knows that to play a song other people want to hear, you need some white keys.
This is why I come back:
To find those white keys.
-House Rules by Jodi Picoult
Nowadays, I wait for the sun to rise before I fall asleep. There’s a reason behind it. But if I say it then I’d have to explain everything, and everything is quite a long story. I wouldn’t even know where to begin.
(Source: loveyourchaos)
I remember those cold winter mornings; my hands red and numb and my eyes half closed drowsy with the drug of sleep. I’d make my way to school, walking in silence, with only my thoughts as conversation. In the scarcity of winter I met you. Broken and callow I never thought I’d feel the warmth of love. I wasn’t even looking and the only thing my heart was set on was the prospect of snow. You changed everything.
(Source: agassy)
There are so many things going on in my head at the moment. My thoughts are on a high while my body is at a standstill. I’m not moving, yet my life is rushing past me. There’s so much I need to do. Yet I don’t have the motivation to do any of them. I guess I’m scared of starting. Because if I don’t start, then I can’t fail. I just want things to work out.
