When my real life feels as perfectly woven as my archive …
It would be impossible to describe how beautiful it is, but I’ll try.
If you listen to (the song) and you think about those pretty weather days that make you remember things, and you think about the prettiest eyes you’ve known, and you cry, and the person holds you back, then I think you will see the photograph.
I want (her) to stop liking (him).
Now, I guess maybe you think that’s because I am jealous of him. I’m not. Honest. It’s just that (he) doesn’t really listen to her when she talks. I don’t mean that he’s a bad guy because he’s not. It’s just that he always looks distracted.
It’s like he would take a photograph of (her), and the photograph would be beautiful. And he would think that the reason the photograph was beautiful was because of how he took it. If I took it, I would know that the only reason it’s beautiful is because of (her).
I just think it’s bad when a boy looks at a girl and thinks that the way he sees the girl is better than the girl actually is. And I think it’s bad when the most honest way a boy can look at a girl is through a camera.
~ Stephen Chbosky
The Perks Of Being A Wallflower
I don’t think of all the misery,
but of the beauty that still remains."