People talk about feeling “less” as they grow older.. But I can’t help but to feel more more more.

  • me: shows friends something that i think is funny
  • me: *laughs hysterically*
  • friends:

You are my world.. And if this ends my world ends


"You’re perfect you’re perfect you’re perfect"

That’s all he says

Sick of never knowing

Do you ever imagine us meeting in a different era? Like the 1940’s or even 60’s.. I just imagine stumbling upon you being a little hippy.


(via jeakm)


my problem with writing stories is that i’d rather imagine it and play it out in my mind than actually put it into words 

(via mvriecivrrv)

Love so strong like a hurricane

From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them, and that is eternity.

Edvard Munch (via larmoyante)

(via 198114)