The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them — words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller, but for want of an understanding ear.
Stephen King, “The Body” From Different Seasons (via liquidnight)
I'm currently a 22 year old UCSB senior from San Francisco (aka greatest place ever), and my blog consists of silly romantic things, music that makes me happy, pictures that speak to me, quotes that inspire me, immature things that make me giggle, thoughts that need to be shared, and pictures of my life. I love too deeply, I care too much, and I somehow believe I can change the world in someway, but my ambition tends to be quite hot headed ;) I will answer all asks if you are a lonely wanderer or a curious soul ^.^