I don’t get nearly enough credit in life for the things I manage not to say.
— Meg Rosoff, How I Live Now (via middlenameconfused)
Some days there won’t be a song in your heart. Sing anyway.
— Emory Austin (via middlenameconfused)
I wonder how many people I’ve looked at all my life and never seen.
— John Steinbeck (via flying-paper-fish)
My thoughts are stars I can’t fathom into constellations.
— The Fault in Our Stars by John Green (via crimsonjosh)
You keep trying to tell the truth about who you are but you keep changing, every time someone listens.
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Because paper has more patience than people.
— Anne Frank (via pavorst)
