Because I know there are people who say all these things don’t happen. And there are people who forget what it’s like to be 16 when they turn 17. I know these will all be stories someday. And our pictures will become old photographs. We’ll all become somebody’s mom or dad. But right now these moments are not stories. This is happening, I am here and I am looking at her. And she is so beautiful. I can see it. This one moment when you know you’re not a sad story. You are alive, and you stand up and see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And you’re listening to that song and that drive with the people you love most in this world. And in this moment I swear, we are infinite.
Charlie, from perks of being a wallflower (via mschristinecouture)

Every morning of the fourth I stay up until the time that you passed, and think of all the things I could have done to keep you here. Instead of remembering the happy times I am stuck with the image of you frowning in that hospital bed, and you telling me that you would be fine because you weren’t ready to die. I will never not blame myself for losing my closest friend. Fuck cancer.

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