“Be weird. Be random. Be who you are. Because you never know who would love the person you hide.”— C.S. Lewis (via thoughtkick)
I miss the comfort
and security of having someone in bed that you’ve shared a bed with for a while so you’re not all over each other but just there and chilling and it feels nice and you don’t have any worries at all, and every week for months are planned out and you know where you’ll be in 57 days and you’ve got a vision for your future and it includes that person and everything is going to be okay.
I miss everything. I miss talking to her, hearing about her day. I miss her voice all gravelly and smoky, I miss hearing her laugh, […]. I miss her eyes, and the smell of her hair […]. I fucking miss everything. I miss knowing she was around, because it helped me to know that she was around, someone like her existed. I guess most of all, I miss knowing I would see her again. I always thought I’d see her again.
— James Frey, My Friend Leonard
(via stillxbj)
“Novembers are for softest sleep when skies are dark and grey. They do not mind the time you keep when night looks much like day. They do not mind the rain that falls so warmly down your cheek. ‘Rest easy now’ is what they’d say if months knew how to speak.”
— Ellis Nightingale