this is my favourite photo ever found on tumblr. i post it once in a while just so i can have it on my blog..
kids with messy hair and dark circles under their eyes w/ knowledge to bring nations to their knees and migraines from late nights trying to make out cryptic messages and omens knowing you’re meant for something bigger and better you’re more than mortal you are holy. you are loved by something more than human and that’s forever.
"so now you’re about to turn twenty and the world hasn’t gotten any bigger for you. you’re untouched, unloved, unprepared. your parents still pay for your gas. your friends all have internships. one of them even got cast to be in a movie. you’ve got all this talent that you don’t know how to share. you just want to fuck someone, anyone, to feel a little less like an island. the man at the McDonald’s drive-thru held both sides of your hand when he handed you your change and you cried the entire way home. skin burns. you’re about to turn twenty and you feel like you’re fifteen. you sleep for fourteen hours and still need a nap. the world is shrinking one empty heartache at a time.
you’re scared you’ll never find anyone to love you, not even well. you’ll settle for anything.
you’re about to turn twenty and they never remind you how young that is. falling in love does not make you grow up, heartbreak does, and there is more than one way to fall apart.
you’re about to turn twenty and it’s okay if you aren’t ready. it’s okay if you aren’t ready. it’s okay."
turning 20 | Caitlyn S. (via alonesomes)
"I don’t think he was ever happy unless some one was in love with him, responding to him like filings to a magnet, helping him to explain himself, promising him something.
What it was I do not know. Perhaps they promised that there would always be women in the world who would spend their brightest, freshest, rarest hours to nurse and protect that superiority he cherished in his heart."
F. Scott Fitzgerald (via girlinlondon)
"Jesus, Jesus he says, but he’s not praying to Jesus, he’s praying to you, not to your body or your face but to that space you hold at the centre, which is the shape of the universe… How does it feel to be a god… ?"
Margaret Atwood, from “Worship,” Murder in the Dark (via themaraudersaredead)
"We almost made it.
I almost called you “mine,”
And you almost called me “yours.”
I think we almost loved each-other.
But the only thing I was sure about is that
wasn’t good enough."
Nautica Elaine Woods, I Needed A Guarantee, Not A Hypothetical (via larmoyante)
"I died a little, loving you."
six word story (via kalter-kaffee)
"The thing that makes you exceptional, if you are at all, is inevitably that which must also make you lonely."
Lorraine Hansberry (via feellng)
"You can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that it’s him."
Ten Word Story, Meghan Hale (via skinnydreams-live-ur-life)
"I hope you look for me in everyone you meet."
Because I Look For You (#206: February 27, 2014)
"holiness for you
was always in the quiet
of the world,
never in the flesh of another.
the blood you lick from your lips
must taste like freedom."
The Art of Letting Go, Meredith Amadee