I'm Zee and I love paradoxes.

I always like the things in between.

I thought he loves me. But the problemis, he never did.
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Let me get this straight.

If you’re going to deactivate your account here, just do it. No need to broadcast. Well, does it have to be? I guess, no. If you’re not happy anymore, then why stay? Let’s just accept the fact that sometimes, we should escape the place that was once our escape also. I think you just want to know who would care if ever you did. You just want to see if there’s someone out there who would want and would ask you to stay. But sometimes, it seems like nobody really cares so you’ll end up deactivating it instead. Sad fact.

❝ you look too much like love ❞

— six word story


I’ve got designer bags.. under my eyes.

Something about this book just speaks to me. Eleanor and Park will always be one of my favorites.

❝ Every reader knows the feeling. You’re walking through a bookstore, completely overwhelmed. There’s so much to read. Covers and titles taunt you from the shelves, all clamoring for your attention — and your wallet. Some books you’ve heard of. Others leap out at you for the first time. That’s when the daydream kicks in: what if I could just take anything I wanted? ❞

I’m surprised that people continue to follow my blog and idk why and how they found it.

❝ To every guy that cooks dinner for her.
To every guy that regrets hurting her.
To every guy who knows which girl he wants.
To every guy that’s said, “Sex can wait.”
To every guy that’s said, “You’re beautiful.”
To every guy that was never too busy to drive across town to see her.
To every guy that gives flowers and a card when she is sick.
To every guy who has given her flowers just because.
To every guy that said he would die for her.
To every guy that really would.
To every guy that did what she wanted to do.
To every guy that cried in front of her.
To every guy that she cried in front of.
To every guy that holds hands with her.
To every guy that kisses her with meaning.
To every guy that hugs her when she’s sad.
To every guy that hugs her for no reason at all.
To every guy who would give their jacket up.
To every guy that calls to make sure she got home safe.
To every guy that would sit and wait for her for hours just to be able to see her for ten minutes.
To every guy that would give his seat up.
To every guy that just wants to cuddle.
To every guy that reassured her that she was beautiful no matter what.
To every guy who told his secrets to her.
To every guy that tried to show how much he cared through every word and every breath.
To every guy that thought maybe this could be the one.
To every guy that believed in her dreams.
To every guy that would have done anything so she could achieve them.
To every guy that never laughed at her when she told him her dreams.
To every guy that walked her to her car.
To every guy that wasn’t just trying to get laid.
To every guy that actually listened.
To every guy that gave his heart only to have it shoved back in his face.
To every guy that prays that she is happy even if you are not with her. ❞
❝ I’d always thought that my awkwardness was a thin veil disguising the real me. The me that was funny and could write songs that touched people. The me that would one day find some beautiful, intelligent boy who’d recognize me as his soul mate. The me who was secretly pretty and stylish if only someone would lift the veil and see. But I was beginning to suspect that underneath the awkwardness there was just more awkwardness and not much else. And that would explain why I stood in a room full of people and felt like the loneliest girl in the world. ❞

— Sarra Manning, Guitar Girl

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