these abundant skies.

It's funny, we let strangers read about our lives, but we keep secrets from our closest friends.

(via mols)

geometricity:

unicornfish:

christmas eve.

heartwarming:

prettypinkshoes: laraabdallah: anditslove: (via loveyourchaos)

elephantsandlambs:

sweetlikecandytomysoul:

wehadthestars:

what will you do with the girl, if she refuses to be alive?

asiknowit:

indicatorsofinterest:

(via grayskymorning)

The Places Where You Get Off

thoughtsonasunday:

- I Wrote This For You

“Outside the station, she stands with her child on the side of the street, taking pictures of cars.

You think she’s insane. Until, one day, you notice that she’s taking pictures of the license plates of the cars her child gets into.

Because you look. But you do not see.

And she walks out the shop with bags full of cat food. You think she’s some crazy cat lady until you find out, she has no cats.

Because you eat. But you do not taste.

It’s been a while since their last album but he assures you, he’s doing just fine these days, white flecks in his nostrils. Then he asks you if he can spend the night on your couch, even though it stinks.

Because you sniff. But you do not smell.

And they say “Just OK” when you ask them how school was. Then you wonder what they’re hiding until you find their diary and the last entry reads “I wish you’d give me some privacy.”

Because you listen. But you do not hear.

And they’ve got a bruise over their eye and you run the tips of your fingers over it and ask them how it happened. You believe them. Until it happens again.

Because you touch. But you do not feel.

And they walk past you everyday, one million stories, each waiting to be told. Waiting for you to ask.

Because you live. But very few, love.”

616. DON'T RISK WHAT YOU HAVE FOR WHAT YOU DON'T NEED

themorninglight:

(via gotwisdom)

How can one miss what she’s never had? How can one reminisce when there is no past?

— Almost by Tamia (via inspyrred)

So appreciate the good times,
But don’t take the worst for granted.
‘Cause you only get so many second chances.

— The Ataris, Eight Of Nine (submitted by two-left-feet) (via quote-book) (via raindropsandsunspots)

cowgirlblues:

suicideunderground:milktrees:(via thegardengirl)

(via thingsgohazy)

tiresome:

lajames:theindiehippie:weallseekthetruth:istilldream:fuckyeahdeathcab:(via la-vita-gioiosa)

I still cannot understand how he could abandon me so unceremoniously, without any sort of goodbye, without looking back even once. That pain is like an axe that chops at my heart.

— Yann Martel

GMH

raindropsandsunspots:

bitev:

chumpschange:

danger-in-design:

givesmehope:

Half a year ago, my boyfriend died in a car accident.

On the date of our would-be 2 year anniversary, my girlfriends showed up at my door dressed as men—complete with ties and fake mustaches—and took me out on a romantic supper as my “boyfriends.”

Their love and support in my dark time of grief GMH.

Then you drove me to places I'll never forget.

(via chaotique)