Ra--na - Ra--na

I love the way your eyes start to twinkle when you talk about something you love. I love the way that you run your hands through your hair even though every stray hair is perfectly in place and the way your birthmarks and freckles trace up and down your neck and disappear just beneath the collar of your shirt .

2:59 p.m

Rest In Peace, Alan Rickman.

Will we miss you? Always.

I don’t follow the “respect is earned” philosophy. I respect everyone automatically and then each person has the opportunity to lose my respect based on their behavior.

crazy that i’m only able to see life through my own eyes.. there’s over 7 billion other perspectives i’ll never be able to have.. over 7 billion stories i won’t ever be able to fully know. we all get such a small slice of the experience of life.. pass by strangers every day that we’ll never be aware of. what are they going through? what are they thinking about? i always wonder.. 

He asked if I was mad at him and I told him I could never be mad at him. But then he asked if I was okay and I didn’t know that I wasn’t until he asked me that.

10:02 a.m