more heart, less attack
firm believer in: a good cry, hot chocolate, blowing bubbles, never giving up, magic, battle scars, driving with the windows down, and fresh strawberries.

Paradise Fears- You to believe
You asked me if I liked
writing and I replied “It’s
alright,” while I held a pen
and paper in my hand and
wrote about the coffee color
of your eyes that would always
help me wake up every morning
and you asked me if I wanted to
be a writer someday while I wrote
about your lips and how they reminded
me of the sunset and your teeth the
color of the moon and I told you, “No.
I don’t want to be stuck writing about
someone that no longer gives a damn
about me.” And as I said that, I wrote
about your laugh that I can no longer
remember clearly.
It’s ironic, isn’t it?  (via dollpoetry)


my life is just one unattainable dark-haired guy after another 


can’t wait for fall to start so i can stop wearing the same two pairs of shorts all the time and start wearing the same two pairs of jeans all the time

don't eat the cookies yet, they just came out of the oven and are too hot
fire cannot kill a dragon


you son of a mumford


it’s approaching fall which means it’s almost “leggings/scarves/snow/uggs/oversized sweaters/pumpkin spice lattes/wanting a boy to cuddle with” season which means it’s also almost “complain about teenage girls and the things they like to do in the fall” season and I want y’all to know I am Not Here For That and I will defend teenage girls forever

If you wait until you’re ready, you’ll be waiting the rest of your (via thedailypozitive)


do you ever get in those moods where you don’t know how to feel and everything kinda feels mixed up and you’re just sitting there alone in your room trying to figure out what the fuck is wrong with you