I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, Kiss me harder, and You’re a good person, and, You brighten my day. I live my life as straight-forward as possible.
Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.

Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.

But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.

And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.

We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.

We never know when the bus is coming.

- Lewis, Rachel C.. Tell The People You Love That You Love Them. (via letters-to-nobody)

(Source: wordsnquotes, via letters-to-nobody)

lvndcity:

gianluigi rivasi
if i believe
in death be sure
of this
it is

because you have loved me,
moon and sunset
stars and flowers
gold crescendo and silver muting.
- e.e. cummings, excerpt from “if i believe”  (via larmoyante)
..it’s awful not to be loved. It’s the worst thing in the world… It makes you mean, and violent, and cruel.
- John Steinbeck, East of Eden (via whyallcaps)

(via rechoic)

malformalady:

Yili Apricot Valley, China. Every year, these rolling hills in Xinjiang explode into a puffy sea of pink and white. As the largest groves of apricots in the region, this flowering signifies the beginning of the fruiting season, while also transforming the landscape into something other-worldly.
plantsey:

august 6th 2014 // "i love you doesn’t mean a fucking thing if you spit it down the throat of every girl that makes you feel less dead"
There are all kinds of love in this world but never the same love twice.
- F. Scott Fitzgerald (via larmoyante)