No Driftwood,it's 11:11, Make A Wish

Sometimes i wish i was driftwood so i could just drift around and away from here but we all know thats not gonna happen so all i can do is make a silent wish. This blog includes original works.

[angiellehcim]

That’s the problem with putting others first; you’ve taught them you come second.

(via angiellehcim)

[midnight-mistaken]

There are two kinds of summers: The first is the innocent one. The one where freckles dance along your cheeks and the sun kisses your nose, causing it to become the brightest shade of pink. Where ice cream drips down to your elbows, trailing a path of deliciousness behind them. The one where you catch lightning bugs and put them in polka dot jars. The one where you watch the sunrise on the jetties in your striped pajamas. The second is the wild one. The one where you drown yourself in hard alcohol as sand wedges its way between your toes. The one where you allow yourself to get lost in boys with sandy blonde hair and no name. The one where you ride your bike barefoot down the boulevard as you ignore your approaching curfew. The summer everyone wants but not everybody can handle.

- which one is yours? (via midnight-mistaken)

[julesofnature]

Magic exists. Who can doubt it, when there are rainbows and wildflowers, the music of the wind and the silence of the stars? Anyone who has loved has been touched by magic. It is such a simple and such an extraordinary part of the lives we live.

Nora Roberts (via julesofnature)

[soundsoftheoaktree]

A summer filled with starred skies and moon glows on the lake, sticky popsicle juice on my legs, salty hair and sunglassed eyes, a million happy things, and right here in the pool with your palm on the small of my back as I aim to guess whatever obscure color is on your mind, it finally feels like summer.

Soundsoftheoaktree// Colors (via soundsoftheoaktree)

[bookishmadness-deactivated20170]

Summer was supposed to be about freedom and youth and no school and possibilities and adventure and exploration. Summer was a book of hope. That’s why I loved and hated summers. Because they made me want to believe.

Aristotle and Dante discover the secrets of the universe, Benjamin Alire Sáenz. (via bookishmadness)

[wnq-writers]

She wants to be that kind of selfish who can leave everything behind; have a fresh start in some place where no one will recognize her. And there, she can rebuild herself. Let her. Some day, when she’s ready, when she finally found the other pieces of her lost soul, she’ll come back like she never left at all.

wanderlustingeuphoria (via wordsnquotes)

[wnq-writers]

We’ve got no right to be judgmental
 when the only thing we’ve ever built
 with our own two hands
 are the shackles on our feet

Max Mundan (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-writers]

Maybe the reason why we can’t find ourselves is because we left them exactly where we don’t want to go back.

juanlucio (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-writers]

Do not apologize for burning those bridges that led where you did not want to go.

v.m. (via wnq-writers)

[wordsnquotes]

The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even during the day with covers pulled up to my chin. It was good in there, nothing ever occurred in there, no people, nothing.

Charles Bukowski (via wordsnquotes)

[wnq-writers]

It hurts that I’m not on your mind the way you are on mine.

kurei-akira  (via wnq-writers)

[kurei-akira]

Even though thinking of you hurts me, I can’t seem to stop.

[kurei-akira]

12:45pm He sees her sitting with her friends. She meets his stare and her eyes light up with stars and a childish sparkle. She sprints to him, tackles him and buries herself into his chest. He thinks she’s beautiful. 3:30pm Walking home and she’s holding his hand like a little child. He finds it cute but she was quiet, not talking, her eyes distant. He knew she was tired from playing so hard to distract herself from being sad. 5:24pm She’s curled up on the sofa asleep like every other day. She’s been doing it more now, sleeping that is. He sighs and wraps her in a warm blanket. 6:00pm She wakes and pads to the kitchen to find him making her her favourite drink. He turns and grins, she frowns and shuffles into his arms, making him pour her drink awkwardly. “Are you still tired? Go sleep some more” he said as he kisses her hair. She hugs him tighter and shakes her head sleepily. 7:30pm She’s fully recharged now. Her eyes are bright and sparkle mischievously like in the morning. He ruffles her hair affectionately, she takes the chance to smash into him for a hug and he gives a surprised “oomph” as he catches her. He’s glad she’s happy right now. 9:00pm He’s driving and shes humming with an iced coffee in her hands. Late night drives seemed to cheer her up. He doesn’t miss it though, she’s thinking about something. And she doesn’t miss it either, she noticed that he noticed. “Im sorry for being spoilt” she says looking down at her coffee with a frown. He says nothing. 11:30pm She’s asleep in his arms. Wearing his shirt. He sighs. She doesn’t know how troublesome she is. Any other girl and he would drop her in a heartbeat. She wasn’t wrong when she said she was spoilt but he liked it for some odd reason. To be honest, it didn’t bother him one bit taking care of her. In fact he found her high maintenance rather adorable, especially when she felt bad about it. He pulled her closer and buried his face in her hair. “I like you just the way you are”,he murmured. She hugs him,“even if I’m spoilt when I’m tired?”. He looks down,“you were awake?”. She doesn’t answer but instead hides her face in his chest. He sighs and messes up her hair with a rough ruffle, “Yes. Even when you’re spoilt.”

[kurei-akira]

"I feel like I've been born with the soul of some dickhead player"

[wnq-writers]

When we were little, we were always taught ‘Sharing is caring.’ ‘Don’t be selfish.’ ‘Put others before yourself.’ But this is the most god awful lie that people could come up with. You are priority number one. Your feelings, your well being, you, are what comes first. And I’m just now learning how much it’s screwed me over that I was taught to always put others first. Always, above all else, ensure your happiness. Because you are all you’ll be left with at the end of the day and that has to be enough.

kenleegrace1229 (via wnq-writers)

[kurei-akira]

"I need to get my shit together."

[kurei-akira]

"The sky is losing his blue colour..."