Everyone that was born in Portland seriously needs to move the fuck away for a couple years just to see how fucking pretty Oregon is outside of it and how pretentious people can be about a city. Like, get over yourselves already.

I’m not in Germany because I love you. I’m here because I love you. I’m holding on to the stuffed elephant you gave me because it is my favorite animal and I miss you. I tell you I love you because I miss you. I tell you that I miss you because I love you.
I stayed because I love you and I would have missed you so much, my heart would have burst. I know this to be true because it’s bursting right now.
So why aren’t you here?

There are years that ask questions and years that answer.
― Zora Neale Hurston (via observando)

lameborghini:

1. wear more black
2. be meaner to boys
3. do homework maybe

Words save our lives, sometimes.
Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane (via bookmania)
You could break my heart into
tiny
little
pieces,
and I’d still pick them up
and put them back in your hands.
Broken Ballads (via wishtowhisper)
He may love you. He probably does. He probably thinks about you all the time. But that isn’t what matters. What matters is what he’s doing about it, and what he’s doing about it is nothing. And if he’s doing nothing, you most certainly shouldn’t do anything. You need someone who goes out of their way to make it obvious that they want you in their life.
― (via dishevelment)

(Source: a-quiet-old-soul)

Call your mother. Tell her you love her. Remember you’re the only person who knows what her heart sounds like from the inside.
― (via dishevelment)

(Source: pobredreamer)

telapathetic:

the floor is a shelf for everything

(Source: telapathetic)

rainsfell:

how do i get over someone who i never dated