One day, whether you
are 14,
28 
or 65

you will stumble upon
someone who will start
a fire in you that cannot die.

However, the saddest,
most awful truth
you will ever come to find––

is they are not always
with whom we spend our lives.


Beau Taplin, “The Awful Truth”  (via coffeekaling)

(Source: afadthatlastsforever)



Remember who loved you no matter how fucked up in the head you were.
(via a—failure)

(Source: 0pt1c)





just-relatable:

click for relatable on your dash

hopelesshoping:

Look at my scary pitbull

Nowadays,
I either
forget you exist
or miss you nauseatingly.
There is no longer
an in-between.

Yes, There Is, But Poetry Is All About Being A Good Liar | Lora Mathis  (via lora-mathis)