She was like sunlight, you could never really catch it, or hold onto it, you simply had to sit in its rays until it was no longer there; and that was the thing, when she was gone, it became rather cold again.
I always wondered how sad the moon must be, knowing only those who sleep, and never truly meeting the one thing that mad him shine; now I know, now I know why the moon looks so sad.
T.B. LaBerge // Why Did I Fall in Love with the Sun? (via tblaberge)
Avoiding people. I avoid people that I actually like. I suppose that’s a phobia, but it’s also a habit.
Morrissey, 1984 (when asked what his worst habit was)
I’m about to make a wild, extreme, and severe relationship rule: the word busy is a load of crap and is most often used by assholes. The word "busy" is the relationship Weapon of Mass Destruction. It seems like a good excuse, but it fact in every silo you uncover, all you’re going to find is a man who didn’t care enough to call. Remember, men are never too busy to get what they want.
Wait for someone who tells strangers about you.