sleeping under streetlights.

[ccffffddfdssss-deactivated20190]

[misswallflower]

[theliteraryjournals]

She wanted to say ‘Don’t leave me,’ but she couldn’t do it, not again. She was so tired of begging people to love her.

Kristin Hannah, The Nightingale (via theliteraryjournals)

[lostinhistorypics]

A zipline date, c. 1920s.

[exobiology-deactivated20130426]

[psych-facts]

Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.

The Little Prince (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

[shynot]

[pensamientos-de-una-lectora]

[iced-latte]

[coffeeandcroissantsforbreakfast]

[sunshineafterall]

That’s when I finally got it. I finally understood. It wasn’t the thought that counted. It was the actual execution that mattered, the showing up for somebody. The intent behind it wasn’t enough. Not for me. Not anymore. It wasn’t enough to know that deep down, he loved me. You had to actually say it to somebody, show them you cared. And he just didn’t. Not enough.

Jenny Han

[heythereney]

[sahrana]

There are some people you’ll never see again. At least, not in the same way.

I Wrote This For You, Iain S. Thomas (via sahrana)

[kylejthompson]

[luna-godess]

[love-personal]

[eliego]