alehea:

nuddily:

choc-0-late:

no—strings—attached:

coiling:

im-a-brokensoul:

I always think about this

no one

I think about this way too much.

they would forget about me.

And me

(Source: icy-brunette)

 There are approximately 1,013,913 words in the English language but I could never string any of them together to explain how incredible I think you are.

(Source: fuckdanielmaitland)

florels:

nob

(Source: eorum)

heysimba:

What if time isn’t linear like we perceive it but instead nonlinear. The idea of time is manmade. Seconds, minutes, hours, days, months, years. It’s all made by man to create order in this world. We can predict time. We can predict dates. We have everything planned. But what if we were to perceive time in events rather than minutes or days. Rather than last week it was the time you met that cute girl. Maybe I’m just rambling on but I think I’m on to something. When everything feels planned we tend to get bored with life.

samphetaminepsychosis:

Only slightly damaged,
Porcelain doll with a crack in the head,
Branded by pinprick scars,
Which give me solace, because soon I will be dead.

I’m not beyond repair,
Yet my existence is so feeble.
Shake your head but remember,
You weren’t friends with pipes and needles.

When I still went…

jordanamarshall:

you are so different
than anyone i thought i could fall for.
and being with someone like you,
that thought never leaves my mind.

but no, don’t let it go to your head.
because i’m not obsessed with you,
but the idea of your life colliding with mine.

"Don’t you think I was made for you? I feel like you had me ordered- and I was delivered to you- to be worn- I want you to wear me, like a watch- charm or a button hole bouquet- to the world."
— Letter from Zelda Sayre Fitzgerald to F. Scott Fitzgerald (via fuckyeahfitzgerald)