“Let Us Be Misplaced Together. Like Short Walks Through Big Cities. Like Hard Work On Sunday Mornings.”

Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping

being in your early twenties is like [grocery shopping alone] [having instant noodles for dinner] [remembering random details about that one friend you haven't spoken to in five years] [feeling overwhelming guilt for every purchase that isn't strictly "necessary"] [having midday naps] [finding out through facebook that the girl who was mean to you in high school has a husband and a baby] [falling a little in love with every stranger on public transport] [pretending you're not afraid of being alone] [wondering when you'll feel like a fully realized person] [listening to bands you liked in middle school] [blinking and it's suddenly december] [failing to imagine yourself ten years from now] [feeling like you're running out of time]

-bleeding hands

"If I ever see a flaw of yours, I'd say my eyes are the flawed ones."

- noorbradosti

Tired of the “she did nothing wrong” mindset. She did EVERYTHING wrong and I’m still on her side and that’s true dedication baby.

i am haunted. i am my own haunting. i am the ghost in the graveyard of my body, mournful, monstrous.

my favorite relationship is the one between humans and dandelions. in childhood we instinctively blow on its little fuzzy seed carriers. we take the role of the wind, we help the dandelions in a crucial part of their lives, and in return we get a wish and a moment of happiness. this is how nature is meant to work. we are just as unaware of our goodness as the honey bees are, pollinating the flowers 

It felt like Sunday after a long time.No alarms,no missed breakfast,no heading to the subway in a rush,no smoking with colleagues.Called a friend whom I ditched with a dinner party,my mother cooked me my favourite meal and I was full . Peeled an orange and drove to the vegetable market. The weather was hot and the day was slow.

And this is what I wanted since a very long time.

It’s so rare seeing memes that praise men and boys so here are two nice ones.

"What do I want? I want you to talk about normal things. No I don't. I want you to look me in the eye and say, I know you're dying."

-unknown