I don’t need to write some long paragraph comparing your eyes to stars, or string together sentences about how your touch makes me shiver. Our love was fucking poetic before I messily scribbled down one word about you. I loved you with every bone in my entire fucking body and if that isn’t poetry, I don’t know what is.

journal entry (H.S)

(Source: dumbdaisies, via c-a-l-i-f-o-r-n-i-a-l-o-v-e)

You will have hard times. There will be times when you will feel like you are being crushed under the full weight of your pain. You will cry and you will hurt and you will be sad and angry and full of regret. You will question everything. You will feel like it will go on forever. But you must move on. Though the nights may be hard, you must greet each day with the determination to make the most of your life. You must fill yourself with the will to make yourself and your life better. You must allow yourself to see the good in your life, no matter what. You will have hard nights, but you must be determined to have good days.

I reminder to myself. And to you. And to all who need to be reminded. (via hidontbecreepy)

(via fucked-up-fairytale)

(Source: badwoodx, via mmahree)

(Source: skateonthebeach, via mmahree)

(Source: z-arb, via fit-bone)

hplyrikz:

I can relate to this

hplyrikz:

I can relate to this