I have no words.
at 5AM after a night of dancing:
Me: What do you keep looking at me like that?
John: Oh, you just look like trouble. I can see it in your eyes.
Gabriel (brother): She is.
I don’t hate people, I just feel better when they aren’t around.
— Charles Bukowski (via unpunk) (via noise-and-tangerines)
I want a snowfall kind of love
cause I’m a snowfall kind of girl.
— “Snowfall” by Ingrid Michaelson
My 20th birthday is in three months...
I like to plan ahead, and I’ve decided that it will be 20s themed. Clever, eh? HA. I’m going to make everyone bring their alcohol in flasks - prohibition style. Good Gatsby, I’m so excited.
All that I want for Christmas is to give my love away.
The Rescues, I love you.
I want the kind of love that’s like when a spark ignites. I want the kind of love when you meet and something happens and you somehow know that you will never quite feel the same again. I want the kind of love where you meet someone and as they reveal little pieces in that first or second meeting, you crave for more and more because every bit seems so beautiful that you want to save it like pressed flowers in a book somewhere. I want the kind of love that doesn’t assume, because every truth you learn is so much more wonderful than the things you could’ve dreamed up in your bedroom all those days you spent alone. I want to be enamored in your lips and eyes and hands.
