1. April is the cruellest month, breeding
    Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
    Memory and desire, stirring
    Dull roots with spring rain.

    — T.S. Eliot, “The Waste Land” (via silencecreptoverme)

  2. I stopped telling myself that I’m lost.

    I’m not.

    I’m on a road with no destination, I’m just driving with hope that I’ll find a place that I like and I’ll stay there.

    I’m not lost, I’m on my way.

    — (via saintofsass)

    (Source: emmawilleatstars)

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  4. (Source: positive-inking)

  5. craftymcclever:

why heeellllooooo

    craftymcclever:

    why heeellllooooo

  6. 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" {Hunting Season } (via conflictingheart)

    (Source: afadthatlastsforever)

  7. When my love for Netflix has been the most stable relationship of the last decade

    lawschoolproblems:

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  9. He told me
    he was afraid of
    commitment
    with thirteen
    tattoos
    on his body.

    — 

    Michelle K., Commitment. (via michellekpoems)

    man this still gets me

    (via theboyiswild)

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