Jess

California girl who can't handle the cold.

[tumorized]

“One day you won’t be the first thought that pops up in my head when someone asks me if i’m missing someone.”

-@tumorized

[tumorized]

“How does it feel to no longer be my favorite notification?”

- @tumorized

[tumorized]

“You’re the person I see when I close my eyes at night, when I’m dreaming, and the person I want to wake up to.”

— -you (via tumorized)

[jennfercheck]

coherent people are the worst..like stop making sense for one fucking second. say some nonsense every once in a while. literally so boring if i can understand every word you say like shut up or say some dumb shit i swear to god

[tumorized]

“I know you’re still getting over your heartbreak, but I didn’t mean to fall for you this quick.”

[tumorized]

The things we do for love

1. Stay up even though our eyes are struggling to stay open.

2. Break our personal rules.

3. Break rules in general.

4. Wait for that text/call.

5. Expose ourselves.

6. Put ourselves in the position to get hurt.

7. Get hurt.

[tumorized]

“People leave you out in the cold and get mad when you learn how to get warm by yourself.”

— The Weeknd

[poemsandnoodles]

“And her I love you’s sounds a hell of a lot like you can always come home.”

— Michelle K., And How I Want To (via wordsnquotes)

[ink-and-oceans]

“It’s crazy how loving someone can change some of their flaws into their most beautiful aspects.”

— tara love

[thepersonalquotes]

[thepersonalquotes]

[4am-reflections]

i love the feeling of falling in love with someone. it’s like i have strawberry fields growing in my stomach i don’t know.

4am

[goodreadss]

“It is a lonely feeling when someone you care about becomes a stranger.”

— Lemony Snicket

[goodreadss]

“We all want to matter and belong.”

— Brene Brown (via goodreadss)

[tumorized]

“I thought your eyes were my favorite part about you until I heard you laugh.”

[terming]

“you turned on a light in my heart that i didn’t know was there.”

— now my love for you shines even on the darkest nights.

[prosebyday]

“an update: i don’t think about you much anymore, but when i do, it burns”

— grazia curcuru