Late-night

“When a heart breaks, what sound does it make?”

Nothing. Absolutely nothing. There is a silence, because when a heart breaks, the person becomes the definition of emptiness. Even when their world crumbles and falls apart in their hands, it is silent. There’s a cruel realization in heartbreak, and it’s that you know you’re about to live where the sun no longer shines; where you can’t even see that your clouds have gone to grey.

—  excerpt from a book I’ll never write #41 // @loveactivist

Maybe it’s the pain in my chest,

Or the chemicals in my brain.

But either way, I know “normal” people don’t get like this. They don’t get this sad.

—  excerpt from a book I’ll never write #36 // @loveactivist
People like you don’t notice girls like me. You’re the type of person to play sports and hang out with large group of people, whereas I’m the type of person to hang out with a few friends and read a book. Some say opposites attract, but not in my case.
—  opposites attract // excerpt from a book I’ll never write #9

They say if you love something, set it free. If it comes back to you, it’s yours.

Well I’ve been coming back to you every single time, but you still insist on letting me go.

—  excerpt from a book I’ll never write #28 // @loveactivist
I could fall in love with you so easily,
if you just show me you feel the same.
—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write, 64
“The edge of falling”