I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, “Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and, “You brighten my day.” I live my life as straight-forward as possible.

Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.

Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.

And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.

We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.

We never know when the bus is coming.

― (via bl-ossomed)
There is nothing prettier than a city at 5 AM with its empty streets and cold wind.
― (via equily)

(Source: hedonistpoet)

But things work out, you know. Even if it doesn’t feel okay for a long time, or even if it feels like things will never be okay again, everything works out in the end.
― Lauren Morrill (via coffeestainedheart)

(Source: onlinecounsellingcollege)

The world is full of nice people. If you can’t find one, be one.
― Unknown

(Source: psych-facts)

I am fucking insane but my intentions are gold and my heart is pure.

(Source: lovel-ylesbian)

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