You said you didn’t want to lose me that you would rather have a small part of me, a friend but not lose me at all and now, now we dont even speak at all… I wonder if you remember all the things you told me after we called it quits. regardless, I wish you Godspeed.

liriostigre:

Alice Oseman, Radio Silence

lascitasdelashoras:

Louvre. Victoria de Samotracia

the2headedcalf-moved:

being in your early twenties is like [grocery shopping alone] [having instant noodles for dinner] [remembering random details about that one friend you haven’t spoken to in five years] [feeling overwhelming guilt for every purchase that isn’t strictly “necessary”] [having midday naps] [finding out through facebook that the girl who was mean to you in high school has a husband and a baby] [falling a little in love with every stranger on public transport] [pretending you’re not afraid of being alone] [wondering when you’ll feel like a fully realized person] [listening to bands you liked in middle school] [blinking and it’s suddenly december] [failing to imagine yourself ten years from now] [feeling like you’re running out of time]

you are a wonderful man, my love.

wethinkwedream:

love is not just the soft place but also the place where you have to look at yourself and ask, “can i be better? can i be kinder? can i give more? can i listen more? can i grow? can i support?”