Real or Not Real?

mooseclifford:

u ever wake up from a dream like “damn i guess i’m not coping with THAT as well as i thought i was”

(via mrshalloween)

punkenglishnerd:

“Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.”

— Oscar Wilde, from “The Canterville Ghost,” c.1887
(via rose-wing)

(via okay)

poems-and-word:

“Miss someone until they come back, or until you come back, until their absence in your life becomes something to be avoided at all costs. Miss them until you don’t have to anymore, until you’re reunited in your favorite booth in your favorite restaurant ordering your favorite meal, miss them until it feels like you never left. Or miss them until you can’t anymore, until the things you miss are identified and cataloged as things and not a person, until you figure out that easy company and long talks and unblinking, all-knowing eye contact will find you again the way they found you the first time. Miss someone until you don’t.”

— Stephanie Georgopulus, How To Miss Someone (via books-n-quotes)

(Source: booksnquotes.com, via poems-and-word)

hatin:

there is so much hurt and sadness inside of me and i have no idea how to control it anymore

(via hatin)

hatin:

Better days are coming 

(via hatin)

punkloverboy:

i have lovey dovey bitch syndrome & its incurable

(via alovelystorm)

poemswords:

“The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via books-n-quotes)

(Source: booksnquotes.com)