"People always say that it hurts at night and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3am is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken. But sometimes it’s 9am on a Tuesday morning and you’re standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the toast to pop up. And the smell of dusty sunlight and earl gray tea makes you miss him so much you don’t know what to do with your hands."
— Rosie Scanlan, “On Missing Them” (via vrban)
"They say every atom in our bodies was once a part of a star. Maybe I’m not leaving, maybe I’m going home."
— Vincent Freeman, Gattaca (via stannisbaratheon)
(Source: speioritur, via writingsforwinter)
+35° 42’ 29.81”, +138° 25’ 32.80”
"I was remembering all of the reasons why I love you so much. I was appreciating everything you do, and everything you are. I was falling in love with you, all over again."
— S.C. Stephens, Reckless (via larmoyante)
Actions speak louder
than words, but that doesn’t mean
they always make sense.
Haruki Murakami, Kafka on Shore
elie saab s/s 2014
(Source: arsenichydrogensodium, via framesjanco)
"Maybe I’ll be lost
no matter how many times
I am found again."
— Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
If the sun were to explode,
you wouldn’t even know about it
for eight minutes
And nothing in the world
gives me a heavier heart
than knowing I wouldn’t be able to reach you
before the world went dark.
How could I tell you?
I saw in you what I wish
I saw in myself