— Rebecca Stead, When You Reach Me (via blackbruise)
— Joan Bauer (via rampias)
Forever trying to find that balance between hoping too little and too much, between being too much of a dreamer and too much of a realist, between being too distant and too attached. I don’t know where that fine line is, so if you find it let me know.
To them, I was physically present. But I wasn’t. I was but a distant star, burnt out, disintegrated from the collision of meteors unknown. And all that was left of me, was starlight, an illusion that I was really there.