But she loves trouble she's drawn to the danger.
(via hatin)
(via amortizing)
i call this my blue bookshelf.
from the top left corner:
first row: Five Feet Apart by Rachael Lippincott with Mikki Daughtry and Tobias Iaconis, Wayward Son by Rainbow Rowell, History Is All You Left Me by Adam Silvera.
second row: One Day in December by Josie Silver, the whole stack of the blue books with an octopus plushie that one of my best friends gifted me(i love him) and a glimpse of ny bookshelf in the background, The Fault In Our Stars by John Green.
third row: the plushie with Almost Midnight by Rainbow Rowell sitting on my very beloved Daily Prophet inspired bag(꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡), The Nightingale by Kristin Hannah, Carry On by Rainbow Rowell.
p.s: the background is pillows made my mother. she’s awesome!
bitter chances
I used to believe in second chances
Knowing that as they say, “it is sweeter”
But then second chances turned into third
And the third turned into fourth
And at some point I just got lost
In the middle of in between with nothing
But a beaten heart and broken dreams
From there I believed that maybe love isn’t sweeter the second time
And maybe second chances aren’t made for everyone
Second chances give you nothing but false hopes and fake promises
Got nothing to hold on to except the cold, deafening silence and bitterness
(via difficult)