I wish you weren’t so wrapped up in yourself, so that you might ask if I’ve been alright. I wish I weren’t so attached to you, but I need you and not having you is just adding to my stress. And tonight, all I want is to have you talk to me on the phone until I fall asleep, or even remotely care. But it’s not fair of me to have such high hopes.

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Never go on trips with anyone you do not love. Ernest Hemingway (via islandcompanyblog)

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Resist much, obey little. Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass (via observando)
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I cannot remember the books I’ve read any more than the meals I have eaten; even so, they have made me. Ralph Waldo Emerson (via observando)
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theinnkeeperlibrarian:

leepacey:

a restaurant in my hometown got a review that said the servers should “show some skin” so the owner added a potato skin special to the menu and all the proceeds from the special go to the west virginia foundation for rape information services (x)

That’s exactly the appropriate response.

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You know what I miss? Falling asleep to the sound of someone else’s voice.

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I keep trying to organize my thoughts and feelings into cohesive sentences, but I haven’t managed to succeed. You see, if you read these words, they’ll come across as arbitrary and empty. So I urge you to come a little closer, where your eyes won’t do you any good. If you’re searching for truth, push past both of our comfort levels, and listen close to the syncopated, clumsy beats of my heart. The unsynchronized, unrehearsed beats conveying a longing to be near you, or free from you; almost hesitant to move on to the next bar, where uncertainty resides. Each thump revealing the deepest fears and longings of a tattered and battered soul.

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