iiloveyouu: the way you’re moving in your sleep the way you look before you leap the strange illusions that you keep you dont know but i’m noticing - nick & norah’s infinite playlist
You are the smell before the rain. You are the...
fallingberries: plasticteacups: (via dancekatieddance)
theamazon: The more I suffer the more I love. So this prolonged distance between the two of us will help us become winners when we come face to face again. You’ll be surprised at how much I’ve grown. In my heart I hope you’ve done the same. This is what I’ve been trying to put into words for a while…
anicecupoftea: driving on the interstate at night you can see fires on the hills. i want to be the person you call late at night when you’ve just finished your favorite movie and you are so full of smiles and joyous giddy laughter that you’ve got to share it with someone. last week we said goodbye at an airport which is what i hate most about goodbyes, knowing we’re parting but you’ll be in the...
It's a little bit odd
paper-hearts: ventisette: that I find myself wanting to share every moment of my day with you. Like, I just find myself doing the most ordinary things and wishing to include you in them. I want to text you just to say “I’m in this fabric store with my friends and they already have christmas stuff out - isn’t that ridiculous?” or “I am sitting here eating cheesecake with cinnamon sprinkled on...
The feeling of being so freely anonymous in an airport. And getting to browse through the selection of duty-free chocolates while killing transit time. And finding a quiet spot to read amidst the crowd. And people watching, trying to figure out the places everyone’s from and where they’ve been and where they’re going. And free wifi :)
I am truly blessed.
Often this is easy for me to forget, but the people in my life serve as such amazing reminders.
iiloveyouu: one day we’ll disappear into the stars.
Our hearts yearn backward. We long to be found, hoping our searchers have not...– Love, Stargirl (via littlemiss)
quietly-explosive: maddieness: How do you decide what you need/what you don’t and what if you never really know for sure, or you can’t make yourself choose, or what you want to bring doesn’t fit inside a suitcase. Go minimal. Pack just enough for yourself because you’ll be home again soon enough. Almost done. This helps.
iiloveyouu: one day, will i be able to whisper, “the wait was so worth it” into your ear with your hair tickling my eyelids?
iiloveyouu: i love the way your smile tickles my heart
When I start to cry, you kiss my eyes and say I’m not allowed to– A Fine Frenzy, The Beacon
How do you decide what you need/what you don’t and what if you never really know for sure, or you can’t make yourself choose, or what you want to bring doesn’t fit inside a suitcase.
You wouldn't let me say "Goodbye" you told me, say...
Moleskin ≠ Moleskine.
Moleskin: originally referring to the short, silky fur of a mole, is heavy cotton fabric, woven and then sheared to create a short soft pile on one side. The word is also used for clothing made from this fabric. It is also used in adhesive pads stuck to the feet to prevent blisters. Moleskine : (mol-a-skeen’-a) is a popular brand of notebook manufactured by Moleskine srl, an Italian company....
I do it because I can, I can because I want to, I want to because you said I...– Unknown (via bitchville)
this is too hard.
enamour: (via ssomuchlove) My suitcase is still empty.
paper-hearts: ventisette: You know those moments… The ones where, while it’s happening, time both seems to stop and yet speed up to an incredible rate. Where you suddenly are acutely aware of every single one of your senses, yet at the same time you don’t feel anything and it’s like you’re hovering above your own body, not quite there at all. And when the moment ends you feel stunned. Then...
iiloveyouu: hand is on the asphalt, & then your curls, & then i’m there too laying beside you. & it’s just quiet. it’s just quiet, because the earth is breathing, & i want to kiss you, but i’m just a girl. & you’re this incredibly unbelievable boy, who i’ve memorized for years. your fingers tease mine, & they lazily skim over my knuckles, & oh god i feel beautiful. ...
The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved… loved for...– Victor Hugo (via bonjouralexander) (via quote-book) (via lovebot)
iiloveyouu: “i miss you when the stars drip into the ocean” -my little story