happy

...

[neckkiss]

[geealiceart]

[artwhore99]

[adrenaline]

If flowers can grow through blankets of melting snow, there is hope for me.

Tyler Knott Gregson, Haiku on Love

(via adrenaline)

[coral]

I miss us.

I know loving you was difficult, but If I could do it again I would. (via coral)

[thelovejournals]

Darling, Sometimes I think I shouldn’t let you come back. This has all gone on too long. It is so hard to love someone so inconstant, someone who is so often fading before my eyes. But I know I will always welcome your return. The way you crack open the sky to come home to me. It is all I can do to bathe in your brilliance. Beautiful, after all this time you still control my every move. I become such a monster when I miss you. Darling, it is always so dark when you’re gone.

Clementine von Radics, “ From The Ocean To The Moon” (via thelovejournals)

[volvulent]

[somepiecesofmyheartandsoul-deac]

“When should you let go?” She asked, with her chin rested on her palm. “When the ‘I love yous’ stop sounding like ‘I love you’,” I answered, “When they begin to sound very much like, ‘I’m sorry’.”

Lukas W. // Forgotten Words #163 // I love you but I’m sorry (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)

[suspend]

were you ever mad at someone you truly care then you block them in your life for a reason but everyday you have this urge to accept them back again? not because you want to talk to them but because you wanna check on them, know theyre okay, know theyre fine and know they’re doing well? 

[worldsfulloflove]

all the time

[remindie]

[thegoodvybe]

[serious]

if i can’t find the cure i’ll fix you with my love

[faeneko-blog]

[okayysophia]

Museum date???? Coffee shop date???? Art gallery date???? Walk in the park date???? Late night walk date???? Nap time date???

[actuates]

i was convinced that i loved him, until i met you. and i was convinced that i loved you until i met someone new. then i was convinced that i loved me, and gee how that set me free. but i was only convinced that i loved me, until i met him. and now it’s glass shards on a gravel floor, me learning to love me again.

how quickly does my love recede. |(morsus engel)| (via actuates)

[thegoodvybe]

[coral]