I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.
written by (via violetglow)

(Source: freckledhips, via foughtforus-deactivated20130110)

I never thought about love when I thought about home.

Someone you haven’t even met yet is wondering what it’d be like to know someone like you.
written by Lain Thomas  (via wethinkwedream)

(via diy-orgasm-deactivated20121012)

That secret that you know, but don’t know how to tell
It fucks with your honor and it teases your head

Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and to listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.
written by Oscar Wilde (via kyleschen)

(via parkerdarling)

what comes after this? momentary bliss, consequence of what you do to me.