I cant wait until I can roll over at 2 a.m. to find your lips instead of a text
(via bl-ossomed)
nyuleader reblogged
nyuleader reblogged
“When I was a girl, my life was music that was always getting louder.
Everything moved me. A dog following a stranger. That made me feel so much. A calendar that showed the wrong month. I could have cried over it. I did. Where the smoke from a chimney ended. How an overturned bottle rested at the edge of a table.
I spent my life learning to feel less.
Every day I felt less.
Is that growing old? Or is it something worse?
You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.”
Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated (via micaceous)