Letting go. Everyone talks about it like it’s the easiest thing. Unfurl your fingers one by one until your hand is open. But my hand has been clenched into a fist for three years now; it’s frozen shut. - Gayle Forman, Where She Went (via a-thousand-words)
We all love someone way too fucking much. - (via pusay)

(Source: hedonistpoet)


hippieoddity:

Sleepy bear.

thrashturbate:

I’ll bet you’d look adorable grasping at the sheets on my bed

vintage23elfride:

November in Cluj-Napoca. by Lavinia Cernau on Flickr.
viveaux:

my bb.

timidzombie:

I get mad at myself for being myself because I feel like I’m annoying the people I love most, and if they were to be annoyed with me and leave, my whole world would be gone.

myoceanside:

this is one of my favourite poems that I’ve written and the first I’m exposing to all of you. so. enjoy.

ahah, remember when I was broken hearted and wrote shit poetry?

aureat:

I hope you all find someone who gives you cute names and tells you it’s adorable when you do embarrassing things and hugs you when it’s early in the morning and makes you feel like you have a whole disneyland fireworks show going off inside your body and never ever lets you go