(Source: magdamilo)

Nobody has ever left me just once. They always come back to see how their absence dulled the vibrance in my eyes before disappearing again.

(trm) returning (via soulsscrawl)

(Source: acutelesbian)

(Source: hqlines)

I’ll never be busy enough to not miss you.

m.k. (via missinyouiskillingme)

(Source: tsktsks)

ja-gaciak:


sarah doug douglas by letty schmiterlow


I love you, don’t you mind.

ja-gaciak:

sarah doug douglas by letty schmiterlow

I love you, don’t you mind.

(Source: acres)

drewwilsonphoto:

You found paradise in the Pacific Northwest. Somewhere between that mountain range and the stress stuffed in every corner of your brain. The mist blew across your face and you forgot every anxious thought you’ve ever had. All those lost opportunities and loves. All those days missed hiding in the comfort of your mind. You sat on the front porch of your consciousness and you could finally breathe.

drewwilsonphoto:

You found paradise in the Pacific Northwest. Somewhere between that mountain range and the stress stuffed in every corner of your brain. The mist blew across your face and you forgot every anxious thought you’ve ever had. All those lost opportunities and loves. All those days missed hiding in the comfort of your mind. You sat on the front porch of your consciousness and you could finally breathe.

sickpage:

Luci Crystal

(Source: elizawitchgrant)

If you were a book
I’d lick my fingers
and flip your pages,
until your spine creased
and you lay spent,
with nothing else to offer.
Then, I’d cup you in my palms
and read you again.

(Source: gravity-gravity)

I hope you know that no one will love you like I did. That’s not bitter, or resentful, it’s just the truth.

Azra.T || Wait, they don’t love you like I do. (via larmoyante)

not to say no one won’t ever love you more, they will just never love you the way i loved you

(via helainetieu)

You are so used to your features, you don’t know how beautiful you look to a stranger.

this is so important (via aureat)

(Source: aureat)

You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.

Azar Nafisi, Reading Lolita in Tehran (via thesoutherly)

(Source: psych-facts)