Funny how four years of friendship could be so completely devastated by one moment of more than friendship.— Cora Carmack, Faking It
“No matter how close, you are always too far My eyes are drawn everywhere you are
I’m tired of the way we both pretend Tired of always wanting and never giving in
I can feel it in my skin,
see it in your grin
We’re more. We always have been.
Think of everything we’ve missed.
Every touch and every kiss.
Because we both insist. Resist.”
—Cade, Faking It, Cora Carmack
You ever get tired of being yourself, Golden Boy?"— Faking It, Cora Carmack (via the-katya-fragments)
“Sometimes, yeah. What about you?”
“All the time.”
I asked, “Do you think everyone feels that way? Or is there something wrong with us?”
He thought for a long moment, his boots scuffing against the sidewalk as he walked. “I think everyone does. Even happy people. They may not admit it to anyone, but I think they feel it. I think they close their eyes, or go for a run, or take a long shower, so that they can forget just for a second who they are and what they have to do day in and day out. Living is hard. And every day our feet get heavier and we pick up more baggage. So, we stop and take a breath, close our eyes, reset our minds. It’s natural. As long as you open your eyes and keep going.