I’m not the woman I was a few years ago or even a year ago but I still like to hold her hand and remind her she did her best with what she knew

i think the purest form of love is just wanting someone to notice life with you. "taste this. look at that. hear this song.” - again and again. until you can't imagine noticing life without them.

when i‘m trying to go to sleep but then i remember and remember and remember and remember

Truth may appear in many forms, yet ultimate reality is one. And to discover it, one must look not merely with the eyes, but with the heart.

The intimacy of reading someone's eyes

no panties to bed in case u get hungry at night

tumblr night shift is crazy everyones ready to die or ready to fuck

the urge to learn everything