20 year old, Citizen of the World, Idealist, Pessimist, Scorpio, Born to be a Bookworm, Lost Fan, Potter Nerd, Dreams to be a Photographer, Nursing Student, Future Neurologist and/or Endocrinologist, one of the few people who will flash a genuine smile once a rainbow drapes the sky, loves deeply.

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Guess who’s fond of studying naked?

Guess who’s fond of studying naked?

  • I miss reading.
  • I miss my books.
  • All of my books are hidden inside a very huge box.
  • I know they are missing me too, waiting patiently for that day when I finally lift the dusty cover and arrange them again on my bookshelf. Old friends.
  • I know they understand, that I’m working on my dream right now.
  • That in order to get something, you’ll always have to sacrifice (temporarily) something in exchange.
  • I’m almost there.
  • I miss blogging.

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550. Whether you think you can or you think you can’t - you are always right.

 

One day, a long time from now you’ll cease to care anymore whom you please or what anybody has to say about you. That’s when you’ll finally produce the work you’re capable of.
J.D. Salinger
Even when I detach, I care. You can be separate from a thing and still care about it. If I wanted to detach completely, I would move my body away. I would stop the conversation midsentence. I would leave the bed. Instead, I hover over it for a second. I glance off in another direction. But I always glance back at you.
The Lover’s Dictionary, David Levithan

The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore (2011)
Best Animated Short Film Oscars 2012

The Fault In Our Stars in my fucking sweaty hands! And to think that Maestro John Green, at some point in the past, held it and fucking inscribed his fucking cutesy signature inside, with a green marker.. I can die now! P.S. Jess, again, thank you for being such a good friend. I can’t thank you enough. I’m halfway finished! :)

The Fault In Our Stars in my fucking sweaty hands! And to think that Maestro John Green, at some point in the past, held it and fucking inscribed his fucking cutesy signature inside, with a green marker.. I can die now!

P.S. Jess, again, thank you for being such a good friend. I can’t thank you enough. I’m halfway finished! :)

I hope that one day you will have the experience of doing something you do not understand for someone you love.
Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close