Reblogged on Wednesday with 461684 notes


when you fuck up and realize there’s nothing you can do so you just accept it


(via the-absolute-best-gifs)


“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride: I love you because I know no other way then this. So close that your hand, on my chest, is my hand. So close that when your eyes close, I fall asleep.”

- Patch Adams (1998)


You were a person shrouded in mystery and I no longer wanted to look in between the fog. I wanted to walk through the hazy mist and revel in the fact that I’ve met you, because I feel like very few people really have.

Reblogged on Sunday with 209 notes
Reblogged on Sunday with 221825 notes
Maybe happiness is this: not feeling like you should be elsewhere, doing something else, being someone else. Isaac Asimov (via aslovelyasatree)
Reblogged on Saturday with 183009 notes
Reblogged on Monday with 39198 notes
Socializing is as exhausting as giving blood. People assume we loners are misanthropes just sitting thinking, ‘Oh, people are such a bunch of assholes,’ but it’s really not like that. We just have a smaller tolerance for what it takes to be with others. It means having to perform. I get so tired of communicating. Anneli Rufus (via snowcladpines)

(Source: seabois, via feat)

Reblogged on Thursday with 86140 notes

Too often I try to justify my jealousy as a product of my insecurity
I’m tired of being an insecure bitch who can’t seem to find certainty in anything

Reblogged on Saturday with 325255 notes
Reblogged on Saturday with 2454 notes
Reblogged on Saturday with 111 notes