I want something else. I'm not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it's drenched in sunlight and it's weightless and I know it's not cheap.
Probably not even real.
My name is Kelly and you can email me at firstname.lastname@example.org
Before you know it it’s 3 am and you’re 80 years old and you can’t remember what it was like to have 20 year old thoughts or a 10 year old heart.
— (via misswallflower)
Everything passes. Everything changes. Just do what you think you should do.
— Bob Dylan, Lyrics from To Ramona (via re-examine)
I killed you. I killed everything about you in my mind and set it all to flames because, like you…I can’t afford to care anymore. I can’t bare to give a shit about someone who couldn’t care about me. I just can’t.
— Nyqolas Andrew Hale (via sinmister)
I have decided
to make a home
in my own body.
I no longer
Act my age?
What the fuck is that, “act my age”?
What do I care how old I am?
The Ocean is old as fuck.
It will still drown your ass with vigor.
— (via themoonsbonestructure)
When was the last time someone ran their fingers through the knots of your soul?
Certain kinds of knowledge rob people of their sleep.
— Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (387)