"Home is in my hair, my lips, my arms, my thighs, my feet and my hands. I am my own home. And when I wake up crying in the morning, thinking of how lonely I am, I pinch my skin, tug at my hair, remind myself that I am alive. Remind myself to step outside and greet the morning. Remind myself that it’s all about forward motion. It’s all about change. It’s all about that elusive state.

"I remember crying over you and I don’t mean a couple of tears and I’m blue. I’m talking about collapsing and screaming at the moon."

The Avett Brothers, Tear Down the House  (via perfect)

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"I kissed her neck and shoulders. I felt faint with loving her so much."

Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms  (via 4-177)

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Even on bad days, I’ll still be happy with you.


"Don’t waste sunsets with people who will be gone by sunrise."

(via palv-in)

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"“That’s all right,” she says, and I have to wonder how many times she’s said that to the people in her life who screwed her over somehow."