Drug Of Choice? English Teachers Complimenting My Writing.

relationships with ur parents are so weird, arent they? like... i hate you for what you did, i love you because you bring me soup when im sick. i want to get away from you. i feel safe with you. i want to run away from you. i want your hugs. i wish you understood me. i wish i understood you.

Everybody has secrets. That’s nondebatable. The only question is whether you’re keeping you’re own, or someone else’s.

The Cousins by Karen M. McManus (via c-morrigan)

I honestly feel that working in a little old bookstore would solve all of my problems.

ugh i wanna learn latin so i can speak to the trees in an enchanted forest

the utter romantic notion that the stars have a hand in our fate.

I’m back with an inspiring Oscar Wilde quote, what a surprise.

Why do I always have to torture myself by replaying conversations and overanalysing every word I said

it drives me crazy how humans are just meant to hold each other. how come when you hold someone's hand, your fingers just perfectly lock with theirs? how is it that when you hug someone, your face fits just right in the crook of their neck? how can your hands cup someone's face like that's their only primary function? it cannot be coincidence that our bodies are fully capable of holding another... we were designed to love

Time means nothing. Jeremy Bearimy, baby. We’ll just get through this. And then you and I can chill out in the dot of the “i” forever.

Chidi (via prettylittlearrowfangirl)

A list of beautiful sounds:

When you can hear a smile in someone's voice.

Turning old or new book's pages.

When you hear the person you are hugging breathing.

The sounds animals make when you are caressing them.

Passionate kisses.

Opening a chocolate bar.

Train whistles.

The sound of the wind.

The voice of a loved one.

Fragmenting a cookie and sharing it with someone.

Using a typewriter obviously.

Fire cracking on a chimney.

Pouring water on a glass.

The sound of the rain falling outside.

Stepping on flasks of water with your boots.

When the person you are in love with calls your name.