It Drives Me Crazy How Humans Are Just Meant To Hold Each Other. How Come When You Hold Someone's Hand,

the feminine urge to run barefoot into the forest. to read and make art. to tell people how much they mean to you. to pick pretty flowers and put them in someone’s hair. to stare at the sky and see your own breath as you breathe in the changing air.

All of us fight hidden, silent battles against not being good enough, not having enough and not belonging enough.

Brené Brown (via surqrised)

i will kill the madhya pradesh minister

romanticize un-illuminated brown and black eyes. romanticize the way dark eyes look without being blinded by flash. romanticize brown eyes that don’t have streaks of gold and yellow. romanticize black eyes that are so raven it’s hard to distinguish where the iris is. the depth of your dark eyes is enchanting. brown and black eyes draw you in, wrap you up, and leave you wanting more. fall in love with them.

What is dark academia, if not studying late into the night on dangerous amounts of caffeine

You can’t put being in love on a scale. Either you are or you aren’t.

Jenny Han (via a-thousand-words)

snail as old as slime

things happen in life. bad things. divorce, sickness. it’s scary. and it’s survival to retreat. but if you retreat, you also miss the good things. do you understand? I know we don’t talk about this stuff too much, but— mom, I can’t leave you. what if— life is to be lived. not put into a neat container to try and control.  

isabela merced as julie in “let it snow” - for anonymous. 

Ahh the inherent romanticism of waking up on a cold September morning, stepping outside in an oversized sweater to read while drinking a hot drink in the cold crisp weather.