'Yesterday I saw your best friend and my heart stopped for a moment while I remembered your smell and your eyes and the way you used to look at me and laugh and everything was alright. Then my heart continued beating and you weren’t there and nothing was right.'
— freeckles (via freeckles)
'I want to drown in my own tears.'
— freeckles (via freeckles)
'I want to forget who I am.'
— freeckles
'Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the overcompensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn’t nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand.'
— Aldous Huxley, Brave New World (via observando)
'My fingers miss your hair between them'
— freeckles (via freeckles)