She is not “my girl.”
She belongs to herself. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.
How much more blessed can I be?
Avraham Chaim, Thoughts after The Alchemist (via petitedino)
we’re halfway thru april, u know what tht means?
HOW DOES THIS MAKE ME LAUGH EVERY FUCKING YEAR!?
AND I STILL LOSE MY SHIT EVERY TIME
EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.
I want to sneak out with somebody.
I just want to get up in the middle of the night and spend some time alone with someone. We could go have a midnight snack at McDonald’s or just walk around and talk about things we normally wouldn’t. Or maybe we could go enjoy ourselves at a park and play on the swings, or we could climb a roof and just watch the stars in silence - nothing but just good vibes and good company.
God the 2008 times were pretty great. I miss this sort of thing :(((
Such pseudo-delinquent hijinks in the dead of night.
It is so rare in this world to meet a trustworthy person who truly wants to help you, and finding such a person can make you feel warm and safe, even if you are in the middle of a windy valley high up in the mountains.– Lemony Snicket, Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can’t Avoid (via aestheticintrovert)
like how much more obvious does this need to be made for people to get it?
this isnt even an exaggeration
like at all
Me and MirMir.
Am I Will? I have a feeling that you mean YOU are Will.
We are both Will.
We are Will.
when you hear somebody talking about one of your interests
tumblr made me think about a lot of things but mostly social justice and my eyebrows