hypophrenia

noun. a vague feeling of sadness, seemingly without cause.

[teenagecrush]

[uhnsaids]

“and if i could, i’d kiss you till my lungs gave out.”

— i’d leave my name in your mouth so you’d never forget it.

[teenagecrush]

[bullholyshit]

arctic monkeys - do i wanna know 

[gracefullyjuly]

“Be with someone who is a home and an adventure all at once”

— A tweet that spoke to me at 11:59 pm

[naturaekos]

“I should be sleeping. But I’m thinking of you. I’m always thinking about you.”

— Igor Henrique, I think about you all the time. (via amargedom)

[alone-with-you-now]

I want to drive to the middle of no where with you and snuggle under blankets as the rain hits the roof of the car. I just want to forget about reality for a little while.

[teeexxh]

“I don’t usually have favourites. But when they asked, “What’s your favourite colour?” I said, “Blue.” Because it’s the colour of your eyes. “What’s your favourite food?” I said, “Apples.” Because that’s what your lips taste like when we kiss. “What’s your favourite scent?” I said, “Spearmint.” Because that’s all I smell when you bury me in your arms. “What’s your favourite season?” I said, “Winter.” Because that’s when we get to cuddle the most. “What’s your favourite place?” I said, “Home.” Because home is where the heart is. And my heart is with you. And I wouldn’t want to be any place than beside you.”

— Those aren’t my favourites, you are. // excerpt from a book I’ll never write.

[leohearts]

“Cuddling, snuggling, smiling, laughing and kissing - all the things I want to do when I think of you.”

—

[blossomfully]

“Call me at 4am. Wake me up. I don’t care, I just want to hear your voice. Tell me about the bad dream you had, tell me why you can’t fall asleep. Tell me why you prefer to talk at night, or why the words only come spilling from your mouth when you think no one is listening. I am here. I will listen to you when your shoulders feel heavy; I will hear your words when you feel so crushingly small. I will sit with you in silence when you are slumped against your pillow. I know your sadness is not beautiful, I know it is overwhelming and destructive and ugly. I know you feel powerless and redundant. So call me at 4am. I prefer you over sleep any day. Don’t sit there on your own. Talk to me. I love you and I care.”

— S. Zhao

[well-itsbeenfun]

“Why’d you save him?”

“Well that’s what you’re taught innit?”

[recaption]

[hengxing]

[well-itsbeenfun]

“ I sat on the balcony, staring up for a long time, knowing there were planets and stars and galaxies, but not believing in them any more”

Words in deep blue [Cath Crowley]

[i-live-where-pigs-fly]

“Ocean blue eyes looking in mine, I feel like I might sink

and drown

and die.”

[well-itsbeenfun]

“My joints on my fingers are scraped and sore,

.

.

.

They remind me of the good times”

[well-itsbeenfun]

Happiness is volleyball in the middle of summer in an indoor arena with bad country music playing and an extremely enthusiastic ginger