stormykatie:

What if one day, we wake up and find out that everything we ever had, the laughter shared, the late night talks, even the times when we’re too dazed to realize we’re falling in love weren’t real?That the hand I held in mine, the face that looked divine, the kiss that was more intoxicating than wine were just products of an illusion staged to make us believe there is love? What if there is no love in reality? That the web of magical emotions we think we feel is actually a concept conceived in another universe; a concept too complex to be derived in ours? Would you still be brave to look me in the eyes? And if I won’t be able to utter a word would you still trust in promises? Or you would just fall asleep and dream with me. Because in dreams, it is easier to believe in anything. There’s no need of a hologram projector to show us an illusion of love. I need to know baby. Love for me is just another theory. Like singularity, white holes and black holes. I would like to know if it’s something you would give your time to prove. So we can decide right now whether or not our hearts have a place to call home.

-A theory to prove,

Katie, 20:15

lovestrawberryfields:

“A friend is one that knows you as you are, understands where you have been, accepts what you have become, and still, gently allows you to grow.”

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William Shakespeare

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depressedanxietydeath:

It’s so difficult to talk about what I feel, because I feel way too much and at the same time nothing at all.

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