Lennon Hodson

[lennonhodz]

“In the moments that stand still, you move me.” - Lennon Hodson

[actuates]

and four years later you’re dancing around your kitchen with a pint of milk in your hand. the windows are open wide, the neighbors are still awake, and they are watching you. they are watching you fall in love with being alive.

from my drafts. |(morsus engel)| (via actuates)

[voodooprincessrn]

[m--xx]

Co-napping is a beautiful thing. Knock out with me so I know it’s real

[anakkin]

mouthful of white hot fire, tongue coated in poison, ragged nails painted in my own blood; there’s a hunger in me, something vicious a thirst to be celestial, godly, divine–      and yet.

aphelion | a.w. (via hermionee)

[wnq-writers]

never let someone be your home because when they leave, where would you go?

Sean Gacutan (via wnq-writers)

[thevips]

So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.

John Green, Looking for Alaska (via quotelife)

[wordsnquotes]

And it’s amazing how much noise people ignoring each other can make.

Eoin Colfer, Benny and Babe  (via wordsnquotes)

[thelovejournals]

You stole my heart with ruthless kisses and empty promises.

Michael Faudet  (via thelovejournals)

[wnq-writers]

You know what’s the saddest thing? That I can say and do all the right things, that I can be the perfect partner and friend, and yet despite all of that, it wouldn’t matter. And if I’m already the best I can be, what more can I do?

unconventionalbuthappy  (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-writers]

You can have my everything, demand from me anything. That is, if you’ll have me.

ruellya (via wnq-writers)

[thelovejournals]

I want morning and noon and nightfall with you. I want your tears, your smiles, your kisses…the smell of your hair, the taste of your skin, the touch of your breath on my face. I want to see you…

Lisa Kleypas, Again the Magic  (via thelovejournals)

[a-violent-silence-deactivated20]

[thequotejournals]

Above all, don’t lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov (via thequotejournals)

[lennonhodz]

They give meaning to my living but you, you are something worth dying for.

Lennon Hodson

[wnq-writers]

her eyes are soft shade of magic.

spinningsharks, The things I never said to you (via wnq-writers)

[thelovejournals]

It’s a privilege to be loved by you.

Ryan O’Connell, How To Stop Caring So Much (via thelovejournals)