No matter how I might feel about myself or my self-image, there is still a part of me that wants to fight to the end.
It’s easy to love someone when they’re happy. What’s hard is loving someone when they’re crying on the bathroom floor at 2am because everything came crashing down at once.
|—||Midnight thoughts (sometimes I’m a mess)|
The thing about sadness is that it never warns you that it will come back. You’ll end up with an aching heart again, minutes after laughing, and it will feel like you found someone in your house; someone who you thought had left.
|—||W.J (via nevahmind)|
When people say ‘This is my baby,’ they don’t always mean a baby. Sometimes they mean a dog.
|—||A Somali student, on what has surprised her most about the United States (via 391705)|
Each of them always gravitating toward the other. Yet still they do not touch.
|—||Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus (via splitterherzen)|
this kind of art is so important