I'm a 19-year-old theater major, my emphasis is in scenic design. I take things day by day. I'm a believer in acceptance and compassion for all. I have an addiction to Harry Potter, Lilo and Stitch, black and white movies, anything theater or design related, and everything Disney. My hope is to become a Disney Imagineer. Even though I'm still figuring out who I am, what I want, and where I'm going, I wouldn't trade my life for anything.
i want to sit on a rooftop with you at 2 in the morning and listen to your favorite songs and talk about how pretty the stars are
If little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you
Little by little
If suddenly you forget me
Do not look for me
For I shall already have forgotten you
If you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my life
And you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots
That on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms
And my roots will set off to seek another land.
Pablo Neruda, Selected Poems (via observando)
Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook (via observando)
Chuck Klosterman (via observando)
Kahlil Gibran (via observando)
Nicholas Sparks, Nights in Rodanthe (via observando)
We’re all seeking that special person who is right for us. But if you’ve been through enough relationships, you begin to suspect there’s no right person, just different flavors of wrong. Why is this? Because you yourself are wrong in some way, and you seek out partners who are wrong in some complementary way. But it takes a lot of living to grow fully into your own wrongness. And it isn’t until you finally run up against your deepest demons, your unsolvable problems—the ones that make you truly who you are—that we’re ready to find a lifelong mate. Only then do you finally know what you’re looking for. You’re looking for the wrong person. But not just any wrong person: the right wrong person—someone you lovingly gaze upon and think, “This is the problem I want to have.”
I will find that special person who is wrong for me in just the right way.
Let our scars fall in love.
Galway Kinnell (via observando)
Gillian Anderson (via observando)