'SHE'S NOT AS PRETTY AS THE GIRLS IN MAGAZINES'

you can tell me that i’m pretty, but even the prettiest girls fight with demons in their dreams at night.

It happens to everyone as they grow up. You find out who you are and what you want, and then you realize that people you’ve known forever don’t see things the way you do. So you keep the wonderful memories, but find yourself moving on.

—Nicholas Sparks  (via w-ildfires)

(Source: ohteenscanrelate, via taylorashtonperry)

We are torn between nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known.

—Carson Mccullers (via artctic-monkeys)

(Source: durianquotes, via justforyoutonight)

I wonder
whose arms would I run and fall into
if I were drunk
in a room with everyone
I have ever loved

like a black tulip,

dancing in the wind

i hope that you will think of me

& still call me friend.

dear future love,

please forgive my absence, I’m trying to find you as quickly as i can

love me, even at my darkest.

each and every single word out of his mouth was perfect, like it was meticulously planned. my eyes fixated on his lips, wondering what he would say next, how could this spell get any deeper?

My record has no reference to booty popping, drinking too much, throwing hands up in the air or vampires. Sorry not sorry in advance.

Why do we lie to our children? We tell them that they can be anything, that magic exists, that they should dream as big as their mind allows them too and then once we are perceived to have grown up, we are told the opposite. Dreams are dreams for a reason, work, pay your bills, there’s no such thing as magic, you can’t be anything you want to be, you can only be what you’re good at.

We create manic, unrealistic expectations and then tear them down. I don’t understand this world.