He looked at me with the small still smile behind the eyes which is the hallmark of those who know what life is really about. His soul was old. He was twenty-six.
You can be around people every day of your life and not really see them, you know?
Hangi tür kitapları seviyorsun?
🔎 Polisiye
💕 Romantik
🚀 Bilim Kurgu
🏰 Fantastik
📖 Klasik
🧠 Kişisel Gelişim
🏛️ Tarih
😱 Gerilim
None of them really wanted to listen to someone else’s story anyway, they only wanted to tell their own.
Seeing critically ill people every day definitely puts things into perspective. When I go home, I know what really matters in life.
It is very very very easy that is the problem
“Is it really that much effort to pretend you like me?” he whispers.
I thought he was so good he'd change me, but no one ever really changes. We can be different for a while but we'll never change what is true in our bones and brains.
