He is exactly the poem I wanted to write.
― Mary Oliver, excerpt from “White Heron Rises Over Blackwater” (via larmoyante)
10:07 pm  •  16 September 2014  •  4,450 notes

suspend:

eats when im sad, sad when i eat

9:10 pm  •  16 September 2014  •  355,116 notes

creatingaquietmind:

Tee Shirt | Birdy

In the morning when you wake up
I like to believe you are thinking of me

(Source: everysongaday)

8:14 pm  •  16 September 2014  •  3,274 notes

unstartling:

you wrote your name on my heart in permanent marker but only let me write on yours in pencil

7:46 pm  •  16 September 2014  •  199,676 notes
I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds– but I think of you always in those intervals.
― Salvador Plascencia, The People of Paper (via avvfvl)

(Source: quotes-shape-us)

10:07 pm  •  11 September 2014  •  2,864 notes
I didn’t think that I would grow so much before I started to end up where I am, but here I am and there you are (and you are so far away).
I didn’t think I would be so tired.
Here is exhausting, and it’s not my fault. It’s no one’s fault.
It’s tiring not to know the streets I’m walking, and I’m terrified whenever someone confuses me with somebody who knows where they are and asks for directions.
I never thought I’d grow into a place and now I’m scared to be away from home. I didn’t ask to be damp around the edges, the worn dishcloth you throw into the back of the cupboard to dry.
I am warm and I am soft and I am going to fray to the core if I don’t inch my way back to the spot on the shelf where I belong.
ishani jasmin (via ishanijasmin)
9:11 pm  •  11 September 2014  •  248 notes

uppercased:

no other song is “this generation’s bohemian rhapsody”

bohemian rhapsody is every generation’s bohemian rhapsody

(Source: cheezboiga)

8:14 pm  •  11 September 2014  •  145,590 notes

You’re everywhere even though you’re gone. I find you in the most unexpected places: In books. In songs. In random conversations. In dreams. In alcohol. In my veins. Places you shouldn’t be.

Ironic how you won’t leave once you’ve left.

What a paradox.

― Bitter (via thoseconstellations)
7:17 pm  •  11 September 2014  •  1,487 notes