the world is quiet here.

i wish you couldn't figure me out
but you'd always want to know what i was about.

friendswithbandefits:

yolucas:

cute story time: my one friend is dating a boy who is blind and they go for walks everyday and as they walk she describes everything to him and he always says that “she makes everything sound so beautiful, except herself, but one day I’m determined to make her describe herself in the same beautiful way she describes the earth” I’m so

OH MY GOD THATS ADORABLE

(via not-the-same-person)

fernweh [feyrn-vey]

(noun) This wonderful, untranslatable German word describes the feeling of homesickness for a far away land, a place you have never visited. Do not confuse this with the word, wanderlust; Fernweh is much more profound; it is the feeling of an unsatisfied urge to escape and discover new places, almost a sort of sadness. You miss a place you have never experienced, as opposed to lusting over it or desiring it like wanderlust. You are seeking freedom and self-discovery, but not a particular home. There are too many feelings wrapped up into this wonderful, little word. Remember, the world is your home!   (via wordsnquotes)

(via alittlebookthief)

One day, you’re 17 and you’re planning for someday. And then quietly, without you ever really noticing, someday is today. And then someday is yesterday. And this is your life.

—John Green (via asdfghjkllove)

(Source: voguelovesme, via suicideisjustthebeginningg)

phemiec:

I’m so impressed by girls who can put together a really cute outfit and do their hair and makeup really nice every single day like if I manage to shower and eat breakfast it’s a damn victory

(via suicideisjustthebeginningg)

Sometimes you end up never speaking to someone who meant the world to you again. And that’s okay. You cope and you survive. Don’t let your losses keep you back from new gains.

—I wish someone had told me this when I was hurting, y.g.  (via realdwntomars)

(Source: imtiredofbeingsosad, via brilliantlyy-meaningless)

One day, you’re 17 and you’re planning for someday. And then quietly, without you ever really noticing, someday is today. And then someday is yesterday. And this is your life.

—John Green (via asdfghjkllove)

(Source: voguelovesme, via brilliantlyy-meaningless)