'Who I am'. Queen of the dead. The daughter of monsters. The darkness extended as deep as the blood in her veins.— Tess Gerritsen, Last to Die
'Who I am'. Queen of the dead. The daughter of monsters. The darkness extended as deep as the blood in her veins.
— Tess Gerritsen, Last to Die
Get excited about the little things. About wearing a new outfit for the first time. About Sunday brunches with your best friends. About the new cute guy in your class. About finding an extra dollar in your pocket. About anything that even remotely makes you happy because as you grow up, passions fade and enthusiasm gets mistaken for foolishness. So don’t let the grey world stop you from shining.

note to self (via bl-ossomed)

If you can just stop loving her then you never really loved her at all. Love doesn’t work that way. If you ever truly love someone, then it never goes away. It can become something else. There are all different sorts of love. It can even become hate—a thin line and all that—and, really, hate is just another kind of caring.

Blakney Francis, Someone I Used to Know (via blackbruise)