A.A.

I strive for witty metaphors.

‘Why did you love him?“Well, I think I love him because he never promised me the moon or the stars or the sun. He never swore to me that we would soar through galaxies. He simply promised that we would lay together on the grass and watch it all together, wishing on shooting stars and finding shapes in the clouds. ’

noddingpeonies, Inspired by wall art in LA (via wnq-writers)

(Source: wnq-writers.com, via wordsnquotes)

This is your Sunday evening reminder that you can handle whatever this week throws at you.

y-uranus:

living in europe and hearing about the usa elections thru social medias is wild cause you get to know the candidates only via memes. so you got Cool Granpa, Unhip Lady, racist piece of corn and. a serial killer?

(via sparklesgiveyoucancer)

Sounds a little pathetic, but there’s a this in everyone… even if it is in tiny increments.

Sounds a little pathetic, but there’s a this in everyone… even if it is in tiny increments.

(via dephus)