February 2012
I really can't picture anyone having a crush on me. I can’t picture someone thinking about me before they fall asleep, or telling their friends about me. I can’t picture anyone getting butterflies because I said hi to them, or even just smiled at them. I can’t picture someone smiling at the computer screen or their cell phones when we’re talking. I mean like … Why would they even do that? I’m just me. Nothing extraordinary, or special.
January 2012
“Every day confirms my belief of the inconsistency of all human characters.”
—Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen (via thechocolatebrigade)
