I know it’s over, I really do. I know it has been for quite some time. It’s over, yet my heart still feels you. You are a memory to me now, but my mind still thinks of you. What we had was finished long ago—yet the words will not stop flowing.
Lullabies by Lang Leav (via parkerquill)
I write to give myself strength. I write to be the characters that I am not. I write to explore all the things I’m afraid of.
Joss Whedon (via feellng)
No eran los ojos más bonitos del mundo pero eran los únicos que yo deseaba ver
(via mysusymaya)

(Source: kunsoldier)