Behind every beautiful thing, there’s some kind of pain.
When you are sick and your parents give/ask what you want. →
can relate at the moment. haha! me sick. @@
There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.
Have I ever told you about the first time I saw you? Everything was young back then. Before hope. Before love. There was just me. And then there was light, and then, before I could even dream about you, there you were. My shining star. All I could do was stare. At the brightness and at the heat and at the pure force of you.
Greg Forrester, “Star-cross’d”
(via quote-book)
I’m not fascinated by people who smile all the time. What I find interesting is the way people look when they are lost in thought, when their face becomes angry or serious, when they bite their lip, the way they glance, the way they look down when they walk, when they are alone and smoking a cigarette, when they smirk, the way they half smile, the way they try and hold back tears, the way when their face says they want to say something but can’t, the way they look at someone they want or love… I love the way people look when they do these things. It’s… beautiful.
