I stopped explaining myself when i realized people only understand from their level of perception.

Unknown (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

We've come so far To give up who we are.

That’s who you really like. The people you can think out loud in front of.

John Green 

I usually can't stand for lovey-dovey things but this is super cute!

warm sweater.

kills me.

The worst loneliness is to not be comfortable with yourself.

Mark Twain  (via thee-thou-thy)

tick tock

Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else. But just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.

The Winter of the Air   (via wanderlustspirit)

one more look...  probably my favorite part of the inauguration. Man, is Obama humble.

Experience is a brutal teacher, but you learn. My god, do you learn.

C.S. Lewis (via daphneemarie)

Hurt is the greatest teacher of all, but sometimes the lesson comes too late

We are never so vulnerable as when we love.

Sigmund Freud