(via clarissafraywayland)

What I want… is to stay here with y o u and imagine the world outside doesn’t exist.


Georgina Kincaid and Seth Mortensen

They arranged to meet at the library…..;)


  • Abby: It’s over. Go home.
  • Travis: You’re my home.


If I die young, bury me in satin

Lay me down on a bed of roses,

Sink me in the river at dawn,

Send me away

With the words of a love song


Voices sad, from far and near
Ever singing full of fear
Ever singing dreadfully

The sun is an arrogant thing, always leaving the world behind when it tires of us.
The moon is a loyal companion.
It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human.
Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.

(via peetamellarkish)


It was craziness. Amor deliria nervosa, the deadliest of all deadly things.

(via curingthedeliria)

I want to be the friend you fall hopelessly in love with. The one you take into your arms and into your bed and into the private world you keep trapped in your head. I want to be that kind of friend. The one who will memorize the things you say as well as the shape of your lips when you say them. I want to know every curve, every freckle, every shiver of your body.  I want to know where to touch you, I want to know how to touch you. I want to know convince you to design a smile just for me. Yes, I do want to be your friend. I want to be your best friend in the entire world.

(via neitherheavenorhell)