Hey, and for what it’s worth? Friends don’t leave you alone in the woods. Friends are the ones who come and take you out.
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Lock & Key, Sarah Dessen
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If you didn’t always have to choose between turning away for good or rushing in deeper. In the moments that it really counts, maybe it’s enough - more than enough, even - just to be there.
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Sarah Dessen, Lock and Key
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I am currently writing a heartbreaking letter for a very close friend. I hate goodbyes, why do california have to be oceans, miles away.
Criss - Cross by (cinderellainrubbershoes) Airiz Casta
Her fingertips tap against the keys
like a steady rhythm of a weeping heart.
We wait for time to slip;
I watch and reminisce and think —
is there something to offer us
when we exit our little ‘paradise?’
We share puzzle pieces behind closed doors;
we traded bittersweet nothings
of the escapist planes of our hearts.
Time seems nonexistent
when we explore each other’s thoughts.
Her happiness is her choice,
My destiny is weaved by my bare hands.
Unconciously, we complement each other.
in a world that forbids criss-crossed fates.
-This is a poem made by my friend cinderellainrubbershoes for me when we were still Freshies. I so love this poem because she just made this while we’re talking inside the photo lab, (dark room). She’s just awesome. I treasure this because its the first time someone made me a poem.
that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t do it all over again
Dan: You know the first time that I told Serena I loved her, it was terrifying.
I’ve never felt so exposed. But the feeling I got when she said it back
to me was probably the single greatest moment of my life.
Blair: But you broke up.
Dan: Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t do it all over again.
