My name is Angela and I'm seventeen years old. I currently reside in Ohio. I live between the pages of notebooks and novels; my mind is almost always elsewhere. I'm a dreamer, an introvert, an avid bookworm, a music and film enthusiast, and an artist of sorts. I suffer from wanderlust. I enjoy the little things.
1) Press play.
2) Attempt to go about your business.
3) Completely fail to do so because suddenly your life is an adventure.
I’d imagine the whole world was one big machine. Machines never come with any extra parts, you know. They always come with the exact amount they need. So I figured, if the entire world was one big machine, I couldn’t be an extra part. I had to be here for some reason.
(Source: hatinglolita)
(Source: invisiblechange)
“You know when I said I knew little about love? That wasn’t true. I know a lot about love. I’ve seen it, seen centuries and centuries of it, and it was the only thing that made watching your world bearable. All those wars, pain, lies, hate — it made me want to turn away and never look down again. But you see, the way that mankind loves, you could search the furthest reaches of the universe and never find anything more beautiful. So yes, I know that love is unconditional. But I also know that it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable and strangely easy to mistake for loathing. And what I’m trying to say is… I think I love you. My heart… It feels like my chest can barely contain it, like it doesn’t belong to me anymore. It belongs to you. And if you wanted it, I’d wish for nothing in exchange — no gifts, no goods, no demonstrations of devotion — nothing but knowing you love me too. Just your heart, in exchange for mine.”
(Source: la-romanesca)
