She had thin hips, full lips, eyes like rain. Skin like winter, lungs like hell. She taste like heaven, fucked like sin. She had cobweb veins, cigarette love. She lived like a hurricane, burned like the sun. She had oceans in her irisis, coffee laced laughter. A heart like fall, a smile like spring, thighs like summer, a kiss like alcohol. She loved me like spring, left me like winter. She lived like the fall. She changed like the leaves. She moved on like the seasons, forgetting me.
I just want you to know that you’re very special… and the only reason I’m telling you is that I don’t know if anyone else ever has.
Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via hqlines)
When someone is crying, of course, the noble thing to do is to comfort them. But if someone is trying to hide their tears, it may also be noble to pretend you do not notice them.
Lemony Snicket (via fairestregal)
Each relationship between two persons is absolutely unique. That is why you cannot love two people the same. It simply is not possible. You love each person differently because of who they are and the uniqueness that they draw out of you.
Wm. Paul Young, The Shack: Where Tragedy Confronts Eternity (via wordsnquotes)