Dear Sir, My hitting you in the balls is not a sign of affection. In fact it is a sign of the opposite. I am sorry for your being confused, but I do not want in your pants. Nor do I want you in mine. Please keep this in mind. -Me
Sometimes this smile is as fake as it gets. I smile on the outside, when I'm dying on the inside, but only because I want you to think I'm strong. Or maybe I'm just trying to convince myself. If I can smile through one more day, maybe this smile will be genuine. . . .
“A library is a good place to go when you feel unhappy, for there, in a book, you may find encouragement and comfort. A library is a good place to go when you feel bewildered or undecided, for there, in a book, you may have your question answered. Books are good company, in sad times and happy times, for books are people - people who have managed to stay alive by hiding between the covers of a book.”—E.B. White (via coffeetablebooks)
I was excited to go away to college. To get to live a life that was all my own. Little did I know that I would be losing you. Just because we're apart doesn't mean all connections have to come to a halt. I don't even know if you're alive anymore. Just to let you know, I never did give up on you; it was only a mask. You'll always be the Ron to my Hermione.