hopesanddreams15
laurie
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i'm 17 years old and i've already wasted my entire life. (any pronouns) i post quotes. banner art: vincent van gogh's cafe terrace at night
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hopesanddreams15 · 4 months ago
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frisk is just a kid
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Fallen down
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hopesanddreams15 · 4 months ago
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In the future, if you uh, see me… Don’t think of it as me, OK? I just want you to remember me like this. Someone that was your friend for a little while.
Asriel, Undertale
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hopesanddreams15 · 4 months ago
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To orbit high above a world so blue, welcome to your funeral, troika-- Sputnik 2. Are you scared yet, Laika? Are you scared?
Gus Gresham, Are You Scared Yet, Laika?
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hopesanddreams15 · 7 months ago
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Lisa, I apologize to you, I was wrong! I take it all back! You wanna be sad, honey? Be sad. We'll ride it out with you. And when you get finished feeling sad, we'll still be here.
Marge, The Simpsons
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hopesanddreams15 · 7 months ago
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I can't hide from you / like I hide from myself / I remember who I am / when I'm with you
Boygenius, True Blue
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hopesanddreams15 · 8 months ago
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yooooo twofiddy??? id like to thank the traumatized catholics for this one🫡🫡
"I was raised Catholic," he began. "But you're not now?" the judge asked, frowning. "No," he said. He had worked for years to keep the apology out of his voice when he said this.
Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life
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hopesanddreams15 · 8 months ago
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how to tell if im in love?
this is weird because usually i post other people's words, not my own, but this is an emergency of the heart for which Tumblr is my only icu.
we were talking about those street performers who spray paint themselves and stand still like statues for money. if you know them then you know them. i used to live in London when I was a little kid, and I would steal coins from my parents' key dish and throw it in their hats. I told him this.
he told me he went to the London olympics in 2012, and asked me if I lived there then. I said yes. he said, maybe we were putting coins in the same hats.
the same hats. the same hats. oh, god.
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hopesanddreams15 · 9 months ago
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How much strength does it take to hurt a little girl? How much strength does it take for the little girl to get over it? Which one of them do you think is stronger?
Fiona Apple
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hopesanddreams15 · 9 months ago
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She died at 7:07 am PST. It is three hours earlier in Hawaii. Does that mean in Hawaii she hasn't died yet? But the plane ride to Hawaii is five hours long. This time gap can never be overcome. The difference is called grieving.
Victoria Chang, My Mother's Lungs
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hopesanddreams15 · 10 months ago
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Because never in my entire childhood did I feel like a child. I felt like a person all along-- the same person I am today.
Orson Scott Card, on Ender's Game
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hopesanddreams15 · 10 months ago
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I remember asking my mother once: "Why my dad? What did you love about him?" She had to think for a while before she could think of anything to say. Then she said, "I knew he would never hit me."
Lundy Barcroft
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hopesanddreams15 · 1 year ago
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"'So, who's the strange one?' I grinned. 'I don't know,' he said, and then shrugged. 'Sometimes I think if nobody spoke to me, I'd never speak again.' 'That sounds sad.' He blinked. 'Oh, yeah.'"
Alice Oseman, Radio Silence
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hopesanddreams15 · 1 year ago
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"Your father exerted his violence on others; your mother was sympathetic to the suffering of others. One day you directed the violence you inherited towards yourself. You dished it out like your father and you took it like your mother."
Edouard Leve, Suicide
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hopesanddreams15 · 1 year ago
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Mr. Anderson thinks that everything inside him is worthless and embarrassing. Isn't that right, Todd? Isn't that your worst fear?
John Keating, Dead Poets Society
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hopesanddreams15 · 1 year ago
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do you ever think well actually maybe there is just something fundamentally wrong with me and maybe everyone is just better at living than i am and how long can i stay here before everyone else realizes i don't belong?
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hopesanddreams15 · 1 year ago
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I am trying to make myself digestible. I am trying to make myself easy to love.
I.B. Vyache, Conversations Over Sanguinaccio Dolce
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hopesanddreams15 · 1 year ago
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i'm at the point where i feel like i know the suitcase aisle of tj maxx better than i know myself
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