I wonder if your chest ever aches at the sound of my name the same way mine does whenever I hear yours.
― (via the-psycho-cutie)
10:12 am  •  16 September 2014  •  102,530 notes
I have to stop falling in love with memories.
― 9 word story (via pillsand-coffee)

(via shes-breakingdown)

(Source: t0xic-roses)

10:10 am  •  16 September 2014  •  61,289 notes

Friends that I thought I would never leave, left. This is why I don’t spill my guts to anyone anymore, because when they leave, they leave with a piece of you that you’ll never get back and that fucking kills me. People leave. They always leave.

6:47 am  •  16 September 2014  •  1 note
you have
parts of me
that will
always be
yours —
even if
you don’t
want them.
― Kei, why missing you gets under my skin (via abluesforbrklyn)
4:03 am  •  16 September 2014  •  10,755 notes
You asked me what I wanted and it was the most difficult question I have ever heard. You see, in school they don’t teach you how to react when the one you love asks you something like that and they don’t prepare you for real life situations. So I sat there with a knot in my stomach, a blank look in my eyes, quivering lips, and a tear rolling down my cheek. My voice shook when I spoke, “What I want is what I’ve wanted since I met you. I want you. I want to argue with you, sleep in the same bed as you, wake up with you, call you mine, I want you. And I’m hoping you want me as much as I want you.” I felt as if my eyes had become waterfalls and my lips were dams stopping the water from drowning the world around it. You were sitting there not a word coming out of your mouth, that beautiful mouth that I was dying to kiss. Then I saw the curve of your lip and your voice low like a whisper, “I have been waiting to hear you say that since I met you.” Your hand on mine made me go weak, I have imagined this moment about a million times but it actually being here has made my heart flutter and my head spin. In this moment I knew what loving someone really felt like.
― I wish it didn’t end (via n4ughty-y)
2:06 am  •  16 September 2014  •  1,358 notes

How do you feel good about yourself when you can’t even remember the last time you were actually happy.

2:01 am  •  16 September 2014

My group of friends are rad, but sometimes I feel like I’m not actually apart of the group.

1:34 am  •  16 September 2014  •  4 notes