I want to tell you but I don’t want you to judge me.

Lately I’ve been thinking about who I want to love, and how I want to love, and why I want to love the way I want to love, and what I need to learn to love that way, and how I need to become to become the kind of love I want to be. And when I break it all down, when I whittle it into a single breath, it essentially comes out like this: before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.

Andrea Gibson (via safefromthedragons)

(via superrylex13)

decapitated-unicorn:

"No matter how much you think you love somebody, you’ll step back when the pool of their blood edges up too close."
- Chuck Palahniuk
I don’t think you miss me. So I won’t tell you I miss you.

But I do.. (via fruitgod)

(Source: jessielou24, via ttylerdurden)

euo:

"I felt like destroying something beautiful."
Fight Club (1999) dir. David Fincher

I’d swim across Lake Michigan
I’d sell my shoes
I’d give my body to be back again
In the rest of the room
To be alone with you

Such a good song..

(Source: comfortinwrittenword, via enchanting--ghost)

There is no shame in being hungry for another person. There is no shame in wanting very much to share your life with somebody.

Augusten Burroughs (via babythc)

(Source: mycontinuum, via letmetremble)

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