"I've Always Liked Quiet People: You Never Know If They're Dancing In A Daydream Or If They're Carrying

"I've always liked quiet people: you never know if they're dancing in a daydream or if they're carrying the weight of the world"

couldn't not reblog this

Charlie next to his globe: Charlie next to his world:

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'am i home if i dont know this place?'

to be in a room full of people you know and feel alienated.

getting too attached to fictional characters when you read because thats when you feel the most understood.

to be called 'shy and quiet' when youre only a little child inside who wishes to be able to speak her mind and feel understood.

to be afraid of closeness and intimacy and how love and affection feels unbearable to you because you grew up in a place where you never felt loved even if you were. being able to accept love only if its from a distance.

to never open up because everytime you spoke, you wished youd rather died instead.

an enchanting memory of love

icy fingers sparked as they met, souls intertwined in glazed breaths.

embraced by the soft glow of a celestial moon, your lustrous eyes left me in a daze too soon

tinkling laughter and your sweet smile, still etched in my memories, so vile.

a silly dream about a silly crush

As i lay by your side,

My heart beat goes for a ride.

My fingertips,

On your soft lips.

Your wide eyed gaze,

And my mind in a daze.

But suddenly, your eyes were sunken,

And body limp

As my eyes fluttered open,

To the sky's gray tint.