I want to be someone who walks the streets with the hands in their pockets, smiling at people. I want to go to a little café on my own and read a book. I want to take photos of strangers I meet. I want to sit in the park and write poems about the leaves changing the way we do. I want to watch raindrops falling and children playing. Even if it only lasts for a minute, I want to be the reason for someone’s eyes to light up. I don’t have to be someone important; I just want to be someone. Instead, I’ll keep on sitting at my window, spinning stories in my head and reminding myself how to breathe right.
— (via celeritious)
And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.
— The Chaos of Stars (via sighclop)
And one day, your name didn’t make me smile anymore.
— (via hungerasylum)
If you expect the world to be fair with you because you are fair, you’re fooling yourself. That’s like expecting the lion not to eat you because you didn’t eat him.
— (via thecolorgrapher)
"I’ll deal with it later," I say as I continue to type in my credit card number.
i hate getting close to people because then they realize i’m a piece of shit