The person you think of when you stand in front of the ocean.
Colleen Michele  (via raysofthesun)

(Source: thatstoomainstream)

You can’t just make me different and then leave.
Looking for Alaska, John Green (via bl-ossomed)

(Source: survivinginsanity)

Just tell me how you fucking feel.
Do you remember the way the girls
would call out “love you!”
conveniently leaving out the “I”
as if they didn’t want to commit
to their own declarations.

I agree that the “I” is a pretty heavy concept.

David Berman,Self Portrait at 28” (via dakchyeo)

(Source: oofpoetry)

Never understood the obsession with callin dude’s “whipped” for catering to your chick. Like, if you know you have someone special, there is nothing unmanly about making sure she feels that way 24/7.
timothy delaghetto (via desideriumxx)


I feel so proud when friends tell me their parents like me. Like damn right they do, I am a delight.

I have looked at you
in millions of ways and
I have loved you in each