Jade. 21. Bad Joke Enthusiast.

New York City

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"In time, the hurt began to fade and it was easier to just let it go. At least I thought it was. But in every boy I met in the next few years, I found myself looking for you, and when the feelings got too strong, I’d write you another letter. But I never sent them for fear of what I might find. By then, you’d gone on with your life and I didn’t want to think about you loving someone else. I wanted to remember us like we were that summer. I didn’t ever want to lose that."

Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook (via observando)


Jesse Pinkman and Walter White Jr on the set of Breaking Bad, 2009


who the fuck wrote these lies