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Sometimes I wonder who would care if I didn’t smile or wave. I wonder if people would notice me if I didn’t speak. I wonder if my friends will be my friends in five years. I wonder who would care if I moved. I wonder who would come to my funeral if I died. I wonder who would cry at my funeral. I wonder who would sit and have the patience to just accept me for me. I wonder who would cry if I told them my story. I wonder who would sit in the mud with me on a rainy day. I wonder who would runaway with me just because. I wonder who would kiss me for no reason. I wonder who would steal my heart if they knew what lies within. I wonder who would comfort me without giving me unwanted sympathy. I wonder who would ask me what I wanted in life. I wonder who would judge me for the things that I do. I wonder who could catch me when I fall. I wonder who will see the real me.
S. Walker (via wordsthat-speak)
Someday, we’ll run into each other again, I know it. Maybe I’ll be older and smarter and just plain better. If that happens, that’s when I’ll deserve you. But now, at this moment, you can’t hook your boat to mine, because I’m liable to sink us both.
Gabrielle Zevin, Memoirs of a Teenage Amnesiac (via vrban)
Here she is, all mine, trying her best to give me all she can. How could I ever hurt her? But I didn’t understand then. That I could hurt somebody so badly she would never recover. That a person can, just by living, damage another human being beyond repair.
Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun (via loveless-people)
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