meinwonderland:

(via misswallflower)

i could use some right now. (:

meinwonderland:

(via misswallflower)

i could use some right now. (:

goodbye for now. its a bittersweet feeling. i know its going to be a bumpy summer. here i go.

goodbye for now. its a bittersweet feeling. i know its going to be a bumpy summer. here i go.

you know what I think hurts the most? The feeling of being replaced. It’s like no matter what you did, it wasn’t enough. And no matter what you do to try and capture their heart again, doesn’t seem to work. And you’re suddenly left thinking that you’ll never be enough. And a sudden sadness captures your heart that never really leaves.
JoAnne Golden (via intomyown) (via flourhoneymilk)
(via icanread)

(via icanread)

You know the best thing about aeroplanes? Apart from the peanuts in little silver bags, I mean.

It’s looking out of the windows at the clouds and thinking maybe I could go walking in there. Maybe it’s a special place where everything’s okay.

Sometimes I do go walking in the clouds but it’s just cold and wet and empty. But when you look out of a plane it’s a special world…and I like it.

Neil Gaiman (via tryphena)

i'd like one of those -

just on sunday, we were in the city on the way to a viet place for lunch, when we passed by several houses. it was a hot summer-ish day & there in the garage, a group of aussies had their arm chairs pulled out, music & beer. a group of friends chilling in the sun. (:

i wish i could do that one day. (:

its this bittersweet feeling. always, esp with a month left.
i feel guilty when one of the things i look forward to when i’m back is when my buddy comes in Jan.

its this bittersweet feeling. always, esp with a month left.

i feel guilty when one of the things i look forward to when i’m back is when my buddy comes in Jan.

fishforpeople:

Psalm 147:4

(:

One day Alice came to a fork in the road and saw a Cheshire cat in a tree. “Which road do I take?” she asked. “Where do you want to go?” was his response. “I don’t know,” Alice answered. “Then,” said the cat, “it doesn’t matter.

Lewis Carroll (via noonedonatespurple)

my turn soon.