adrieldaniel:

Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them.
— Dandelion Wine, Ray Bradbury
“I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, “Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and, “You brighten my day.” I live my life as straight-forward as possible.

Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.

Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.

But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.

And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.

We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.

We never know when the bus is coming.”
Rachel C. Lewis, Tell The People You Love That You Love Them  (via maddierose)
“So, do it. Decide. Is this the life you want to live? Is this the person you want to love? Is this the best you can be? Can you be stronger? Kinder? More Compassionate? Decide. Breathe in. Breathe out and decide”
Meredith Grey (via hairypitsandtits)
“When you are fourteen, you still need your mom to hold you when you cry and your dad to watch out for you, but when I was fourteen, I stopped being friends with the next door neighbor who had been my friend since kindergarten. When you’re fourteen, your biggest worries should be about the boy who said he had a crush on you or what homework is due, but when I was fourteen, my biggest worry was the thought of living. I disappeared when I was fourteen, I lost myself the night I snuck out to get high with the boy three years older than me and I never really came home”
(via wtf-lyss)
abscidium:

fucking love this shit
“Nostalgia is a
dirty liar
that insists things
were better
than they seemed.”
Michelle K.  (via bluile)
“Isn’t it madness, that I talk to myself about you?”
(via naomilku)