Rhian Ellis, After Life (via calmfolly)
I always reblog this when I see it.
What a wonderful thought it is that some of the best days of our lives haven’t happened yet.
Unknown (via suspend)
I am winter, but I wish I was spring.
I used to dream of love, but now I dream of nothing.
I thought I wanted to find you, but now I just want to be found.
I am growing numb to love, when I wish I was warmed by it.
I don’t know anymore.
T.B. LaBerge // Unwritten Letters to You (via tblaberge)