blankpagesandinvisibleink: you know that place you go to when he’s holding your face in his hands and his lips melt into yours and his tongue paints the inside of your mouth and you kind of float outside of your skin and for a moment there is nothing and noone else? that’s a place I could live out the rest of my days. that’s a place I could change everything for.
If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am....– The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via bossss)
Your problem is how you are going to spend this one odd and precious life you...– Anne Lamott, Let us Commence (via lebellecoeur)