Baby be the class clown.
I'll be the beauty queen in tears.
It's a new art form showing people how little we care.

 

She wanted something else, something different, something more. Passion and romance, perhaps, or maybe quiet conversations in candlelit rooms, or perhaps something as simple as not being second.

Nicholas Sparks (via naturaekos)

Sorrow is how we learn to love. Your heart isn’t breaking. It hurts because it’s getting larger. The larger it gets, the more love it holds.

Rita Mae BrownRiding Shotgun (via feellng)