ask the sky to remember

I love people but wow do I also love no people

[bitchi4mwillywonka]

dont worry, i'll be hot and funny again as soon as i'm done fighting for my life right now

[vacuiterror]

cool beautiful women complimenting you is like ten years of therapy

[iickyminx]

would u let me grow on u like moss or no

[cinematicosmos]

I don't deserve love, I tried. I wish I can meet you in another lifetime I wish I can show my love for you I just want to watch you from far because if I come near to you I will hurt you. it will be same again. I wish I knew how to handle myself how to express myself, how to love someone. I am terrible lover.

[oldfarmhousefallfeatures]

“I loved to sleep with the window open. Rainy nights were the best of all: I would open the window and put my head on the pillow and close my eyes and feel the wind on my face and listen to the trees sway and creak.”

— Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane (via theliteraryjournals)

[the2headedcalf-moved]

do you ever think about those friend-for-an-hour strangers that you only met because you ended up in a weird situation with them?

[simena]

[fairycosmos]

love really DOES feel like an inside joke that everyone is in on but me

[sillyzone]

My last brain cell is heart shaped

[lupi-usque-ad-finem]

sorry for biting you as affection it will happen again

[ashstfu]

you know what!! i really believe in the healing power of.............. dancing to ur favorite songs in your bedroom

[ashstfu]

gripping my thighs with my nails about this written by @ryebreadgf

[the-tree-line]

getting older as a kid is like yippee!! wahoo yay!! but then immediately as u enter ur early twenties ur like whoa lol hold on wait wait hold upa minute stop

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

{Words by Charles Bukowski/ Mary Oliver from invitation}

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

{Charles Bukowski/Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet}

[monachopsis-people]

[yms1]

i love tumblr because there's always someone who knows how to express what i feel better than me

[filthyprotozoan]

what if everything is intentional. what if dancing with your friends matters as much as picking up groceries. what if you put color in your hair and a stranger feels seen. what if someone makes soup for you. what if tears are sacred. what if it’s all love.