Wish I could make it easier. Easier to love me.
I almost thanked you for teaching me something about survival back there, but then I remembered that the ocean never handed me the gift of swimming. I gave it to myself.
― YZ (via middlenameconfused)
She’s like smoke: you think you’re seeing her clearly enough, but when you reach for her there’s nothing there.
I just got tired. Tired of being angry. Tired of thinking about dead ends, and everything that isn’t or might not be enough.
― Rainbow Rowell, Landline (via anditslove)
If they don’t like you who the fuck cares.
― Unknown (via perfect)
You are the first morning thought, the last evening sigh, and every goddamn thing in between.
― (via mediocremediocrity)