I’m reblogging this again. I could stare at this for hours.
Sometimes you end up never speaking to someone who meant the world to you again. And that’s okay. You cope and you survive. Don’t let your losses keep you back from new gains.– I wish someone had told me this when I was hurting, y.g. (via unlively)
Girl lemme drizzle pumpkin spice over your naked body and fuck you in a pile of leaves.– Me getting into the fall spirit (via dearalexandra)
(Source: black--lamb)Via Rolling hills of the Shire
“We met at the wrong time. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day years from now, we’ll meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere and we could give it another shot. - Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind