It is perfectly acceptable to convince yourself that all that color, all that light, is for us and us alone.
"I have been told
sometimes the most healing thing we can do
is remind ourselves
over and over and over
other people feel this too"
— Andrea Gibson (via swimmingpoolforants)
(Source: loverofstories, via paper-trees)
"I loved you at your darkest."
— Romans 5:8 (via xplsns)
(Source: teopoli.com, via writingsforwinter)
"You are flowers in my stomach.
Cutting me open nightly, blooming through the cracks of the ribs.
I only want to be the sun for you."
— Elke River (via askalyo)
(Source: hellanne, via paper-trees)
"Miss someone until they come back, or until you come back, until their absence in your life becomes something to be avoided at all costs. Miss them until you don’t have to anymore, until you’re reunited in your favorite booth in your favorite restaurant ordering your favorite meal, miss them until it feels like you never left. Or miss them until you can’t anymore, until the things you miss are identified and cataloged as things and not a person, until you figure out that easy company and long talks and unblinking, all-knowing eye contact will find you again the way they found you the first time. Miss someone until you don’t."
— Stephanie Georgopulus (via hellanne)
(via breakfastinweb)
someone sent this to me so i put it into that classic tumblr poetry layout cause I thought it deserved to be shared
(via thatssokitschy)
