Photography. Music. Love. Art. Different. Books. Milkshakes. Movies. Nature. Writing. Paris. Animals. Antique Things. Family. Hugs. Stars. Sunsets. Concerts. Friends. Records. Laughing. Converse.

I dream too much, and I don’t write enough, and I’m trying to find God everywhere.

—Anis Mojgani  (via rabbitinthemoon)

(via anchortomysoul)

Even if you know what’s coming, you’re never prepared for how it feels.

—Natalie Standiford, How to Say Goodbye in Robot (via virginly)

(Source: larmoyante, via annnnnej)

So what? You failed your finals. You gained some weight. So what? You’re single again. You lost your job. So what? What now? You live. You try again. That’s what.

—(via entflohen)

(Source: c0ntemplations, via annnnnej)


Do not find homes in people. Do not settle in someone’s else’s skin for the way they make you feel. Plant your roots next to theirs and watch each other grow. Do not fall in love with temporary places.

(via anditslove)

I love the rain. I love how it softens the outlines of things. The world becomes softly blurred, and I feel like I melt right into it.

—Hanamoto Hagumi, Honey and Clover  (via larmoyante)

(via meggielynne)

Sometimes, I sit alone under the stars
and think of the galaxies inside my
heart, and truly wonder if anyone will
ever want to make sense of all that
I am.

— Christopher Poindexter (via psych-facts)

(via 20s-econds)