Each day I wondered what would happen next. What happens when you stop wanting, when you are happy. I supposed I would go on being happy forever. I knew I would not mess things up by growing bored. I had done that once before. — Miranda July, No One Belongs Here More Than You (via loiseauencage)

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Sometimes you just need to cry and be sad. You need to break down and be torn apart. You need to learn to pick yourself up and put yourself back together. Sometimes, the only way to be happy is to give into sadness first, because without sadness, there is no happiness; you would never learn to smile. Unknown (via psych-facts)

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Sometimes I miss you and other times I miss myself. — a ten word story (via wingsoferos)

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I ruined myself for a lot of people that werent even worth it — (via askaboutnikki)

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becausewhynoteathumans:

im really fucking sarcastic for someone who’s about to start crying most of the time

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Sometimes I regret being nice, apologizing when I didn’t do anything wrong, and for making unworthy people a priority in my life — (via avvfvl)

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I am not a bus stop; I am not a space for you to fill until better comes along. I am your 2 AM conversations under starry skies. I am the sheets that will still be wrapped around you in the morning. I am sex in the shower and your candlelit dinner. I am your emergency contact, the hairs you find in the car. I am your Sunday drive and your Wednesday lunch. I am mismatched socks and late night tears. I am the ring around your finger, the ring for your keys. I may not be your first kiss, but I intend to be your last. Do not kiss me if your intentions are not the same. — notes to future lovers, kent w. (via loiseauencage)

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coltre:

" I think I might always be in some kind of love with you. "

coltre:

" I think I might always be in some kind of love with you. "

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