“Moments That's the tragedy of growing up—knowing you'll run out of feeling something new for the first time. the sad things is… — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“Standing in a bookstore, near a street where you used to live, I found myself wishing you would walk through the door… — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“As a kid, I would count backwards from ten and imagine at one, there would be an explosion–perhaps caused by a rogue… — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“I remember the first time I saw my favorite painting, how its fragile beauty caught my breath. And I thought if the… — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“We spoke on the phone for the first time that morning. My back against the chest of drawers, my knees tucked under… — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“Ana was the original sad girl. She held the unofficial title long before her death. We all became sad girls after that. At her… — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“For the past has taught to not be caught, in what is not worth pursuing—” — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“But i would love to write something, maybe a book. I want to travel to a small town someday - one with fir trees… — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“I remember our sorrows in shades, like the gray of the shadows, which loomed that day, and the white in his lie when he… — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“Without a doubt, I must read, all the books I've read about. See the artworks hung on hooks, that I have only, seen in… — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“Xs and Os Love is a game of tic-tac-toe, constantly waiting, for the next x or o.” — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“I miss talking to him. Every time I come across something I think he'd like, I just wish I could call him up or… — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“Because sooner or later, all kinds of love - crazy love, wild love- fade into the same thing. The love becomes old and predictable… — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“I know you’ve lost someone and it hurts. You may have lost them suddenly, unexpectedly. Or perhaps you began losing pieces of them until… — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“You were you, and I was I; we were two before our time. I was yours before I knew, and you have always been… — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
