It was in the cold September rain that we met. I couldn’t let on that I liked you. But you liked me too. I just didnt think things through, it started with a kiss, how did it end up like this? With us living together playing happy families. I never thought i would end up here I had fought and fought with my mind not to let you in, but you made it in and i couldnt be more pleased, you teased, me about our first kiss. Under the moonlight, at night, our first kiss, our first cuddle, under a cold Octobers night. And i didnt put up a fight.
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What passes for hip cynical transcendence of sentiment is really some kind of fear of being really human, since to be really human is probably to be unavoidably sentimental and naïve and goo-prone and generally pathetic.
David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest (via quotespile)
“What’s most important in a friendship? Tolerance and loyalty.”
— J.K. Rowling (via thoughtkick)
As long as I could keep improving my mind, I figured, I was doing okay.
Saul Bellow, The Adventures of Augie March (via quotespile)