I love the way they look at each other right here. 

I love the way they look at each other right here. 

lost-in-arts:

You fill my life with color

 

 

bellecosby:

I wonder how many stranger’s stories we make it into? You know, maybe someone saw you in passing and told their friends about how pretty the girl in the lavender sweater was. Or maybe they overheard you say a joke and repeated it to their friend, confessing that they heard it from some guy at the store. 

I swear I am not here anymore.
I am buried under piles of self hatred,
Loath, remorse, and a dozen other things.
My feelings have consumed me completely,
I swear I am not myself anymore I am
a million undesirable feelings.
people define me with unwanted feelings,
I am no longer myself to them.

Alexa Evangelista