stas

I remember the softness of your heart;
like Sunday morning rain,
late-night cups of tea,
like lovers stumbling to make amends with messy hearts, in unmade beds.

We are always wishing for “someday,” waiting on it like a train that will never arrive at the station. When the weeks fold into each other, becoming months, and the months fold into each other, becoming years, we will realize that “someday” was yesterday, that we were just a minute too late, that the train came while we were too busy looking in the other direction, there is no “someday,” but there is a today, and the fate of it lies in your hands.
-Stasi Rogers

Make the first move, tell people how you feel, stop being so scared of rejection, stop feeling so engulfed with thoughts that aren’t even yours, and stop wasting your fucking time.

No one else has access to the world you carry around within yourself; you are its custodian and entrance. No one else can see the world the way you see it. No one else can feel your life the way you feel it. Thus it is impossible to ever compare two people because each stands on such different ground. When you compare yourself to others, you are inviting envy into your consciousness; it can be a dangerous and destructive guest.

Nothing can wear you out like caring about people.

I wonder how I would’ve ended up if you hadn’t walked into my life.

chessys:

i wish i could be the person i want to be but im too tired

(via what-a-catastrophe)

websurfer1994:

someone: *sends kinda short replies*
me: that’s it. the friendship is over. they hate me. we can never speak again. the end is here

(via what-a-catastrophe)