*tries To Get Eight Hours Sleep In 3 Hours*

There is a place where the stars are not afraid to explode to fill empty, endless skies. Where the moon and sun exist together, side by side, at the same time. Where the meteors find home in a constellation. And that is where, you will find me.

Lukas W. // Come and find me (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)

i think the weirdest thing is having left over information about someone. like i still know someone’s favorite girl name. or their favorite season. or someone’s address. i remember someone’s favorite ice cream flavors. and someone’s favorite childhood book. and the mental disorder their uncle has. i remember the ages and birthdays of their siblings. i remember the song they said they’d sing to their spouse. where do i put this down? where do i learn to forget?

I don’t need to go to college I can learn anything I want through youtube tutorials 

i love everything about the way you make me fall apart, it’s been 2 whole years and it still stings when you don’t call but i haven’t lost my grip the way i thought i was suppose to, and i haven’t forgotten the way you tasted, and you haven’t stop coming back around at the most inconvenient times, because for some reason we love the burn, we love the way it hurts to see each other in someone else’s arms, we love the way we always end up back together.

(via weallwritealong)

we are two small stars, and the universe expands between us.

r.i.d (via inkskinned)

you still have so many years to meet so many people you never knew you could love so much