Sweet Life
Don’t do that. Don’t skip stages in your life. You’re 19, kiss a few boys and wear your heart on your sleeve. There will come a time when you’re 39 and stuck in a suit, wondering why the hell you were so eager to grow up in the first place.
- note to self  (via parallexia)

(Source: c0ntemplations)


jasminndee:

Just saying.. #foodforthot 💬
I want to tell you I miss
you with no subtext. No guilt,
no anger, no expectation
that you’ll fix it. I don’t want
you to feel bad or to tell
me it will get better. This
is where we are meant to be
right now – me apart from you,
my hands a little empty and
my heart a little sad.
I just miss you.
I wanted you to know.
- anne, fyi (via anneisrestless)

freak-hbu:

yup
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
- Anaïs Nin (via kushandwizdom)

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
- Anaïs Nin (via kushandwizdom)

Shallow relationships exhaust me. Unpack the bags under your eyes and let me stay a little while.
- please, let’s be empty here together. (via christopherevan)