A Humble Start
-zackyoung:

This was fun :}

-zackyoung:

This was fun :}

He knew why he wanted to kiss her. Because she was beautiful. And before that, because she was kind. And before that, because she was smart and funny. Because she was exactly the right kind of smart and funny. Because he could imagine taking a long trip with her without ever getting bored. Because whenever he saw something new and interesting, or new and ridiculous, he always wondered what she’d have to say about it—how many stars she’d give it and why.
Rainbow Rowell, Attachments  (via youngfolksociety)
Drinking is an emotional thing. It joggles you out of the standardism of everyday life, out of everything being the same. It yanks you out of your body and your mind and throws you against the wall. I have the feeling that drinking is a form of suicide where you’re allowed to return to life and begin all over the next day. It’s like killing yourself, and then you’re reborn. I guess I’ve lived about ten or fifteen thousand lives now.
(via partyingwithvillains)
Everything changes when you start to emit your own frequency rather than absorbing the frequencies around you, when you start imprinting your intent on the universe rather than receiving an imprint from existence.
Barbara Marciniak (via sleepypsychedelia)

I still remember the first time

when your fingers so shyly,

entwined around mine.

Only a single thought had crossed my mind;

the beauty of your touch,

as I grasped back tight.

Another lost soul
confined to the time spent
hiding his weakness.
I did not tell half of what I saw.
Marco Polo on his deathbed (via emotional-algebra)