"Now he’s turned into a man, though he thinks just like his mother. He believes we’re all just lovers, he sees hope in everyone."
i’m up this late partly because i’m stalking myself on social media and laughing at how insanely funny my tweets are, but mostly it’s because i have a million thoughts running through my head. so i don’t understand what someone whose just too smart to have feelings is up this late thinking about
It’s 2 AM and I need to be awake in 5 hours but I can’t stop thinking about how angry I am that people like you are allowed to exist.
"If you consider a woman less pure after you’ve touched her, maybe you should take a look at your hands."
“I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald (via avvfvl)
"I’ve never seen any life transformation that didn’t begin with the person in question finally getting tired of their own bullshit."
The Oh Hello’s - Hello My Old Heart
Hello, my old heart
How have you been?
How is it, being locked away?
Don’t you worry
In there, you’re safe
And it’s true you’ll never beat, but you’ll never break
Because nothing lasts forever
Some things aren’t meant to be
But you’ll never find the answers
Until you set your old heart free
"We’re here to awaken from the illusion of separateness."
“I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, “Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and, “You brighten my day.” I live my life as straight-forward as possible. Because one day, I might get hit by a bus. Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands. But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate. And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care. We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans. We never know when the bus is coming.”