Hi, I'm Tina.
I blog to express, not to impress.
I try express myself by writing.
But i'll also be blogging/reblogging quotes and pictures in lieu of my words.
Nothing can wear you out like caring about people.
S.E. Hinton, That Was Then, This Is Now (via thenocturnals)

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I have noticed that when all the lights are on, people tend to talk about what they are doing – their outer lives. Sitting round in candlelight or firelight, people start to talk about how they are feeling – their inner lives. They speak subjectively, they argue less, there are longer pauses. To sit alone without any electric light is curiously creative. I have my best ideas at dawn or at nightfall, but not if I switch on the lights – then I start thinking about projects, deadlines, demands, and the shadows and shapes of the house become objects, not suggestions, things that need to done, not a background to thought.
Jeanette Winterson, Why I adore the night
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I want to text you. Just to remind you that I’m still here. But then I remember that you know I’m here. You just don’t care.
Midnight thoughts (I won’t do this again)

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Sometimes questions are more important than answers.
Nancy Willard (via observando)

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I can’t wait to get married because its like a sleepover every night with your best friend.

That’s the cutest description of marriage I’m not even joking

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Do you remember the things we’d say to each other over the phone?


Do you remember the things we’d say to each other over the phone?

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I don’t think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love.
Do you love me enough that I may be weak with you?
Alain de Botton, Essays in Love (via wordsnquotes)

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How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.
Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights (via wordsnquotes)

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Forget his name, forget his face, forget his kiss, him warm embrace. Forget the love that you once knew, remember he has someone knew. Forget him when they played your song, remember when you cried all night long. Forget how close you once were, remember he has chosen her. Forget how you memorized his walk, forget the way he used to talk. Forget the things he used to say, remember he has gone away. Forget his laugh,forget his grin, forget the dimples on his chin. Forget the way he held you tight,remember he’s with her tonight. Forget the time that went so fast, forget the love that moved, it’s past. Forget he said he’d leave you never, remember he’s gone forever.


This was one of the most beautiful things on the entire show

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