December 2011
All I’d ever wanted was to forget. But even when I thought I had, pieces had...
– Sarah Dessen (via 47giraffes)
Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And...
– Louis de Bernières (via 47giraffes)
Things end. People leave. And you know what? Life goes on. Besides, if bad...
– Elizabeth Scott, Perfect You (via 47giraffes)