February 29th, 2016
11:58 pm
"I am afraid that in ten years from now we will be but distance memories in each other's lives. I will be a blip on your map of life, and you will be a mark that I thought was a scratch, but turned into something more. We will be staring each other in the eye and not seeing each other. I will look past you, and you will look past me. In a crowded room, or on a crowded street, we will be another pair of strangers, lost in the mysteries of what could have been. I don't want that. Do you?" -digressing-paths on Tumblr
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Excerpts From Books I'll Never Write
PoetryWell, I'm just a girl who loves books and wants to write about all the excerpts I'll never write in my own.
