Conspiracy, Mystery, the air she breathes

I dream. Sometimes, I think that's the only right thing to do.

Look what love has done to us,
When will we ever learn to trust.

” I just want you to be happy. That’s all.” 

I remember saying this to you. Once. 

(Source: acciodean, via wanderluxt)

We all suffer at the hands of those we love.

—Ray Robinson (Forgetting Zoë)

When my arms can’t reach people close to my heart, I always hug them with my prayers.


Perhaps he knew, as I did not, that the Earth was made round so that we would not see too far down the road.

Perhaps he knew, as I did not, that the Earth was made round so that we would not see too far down the road.

(via literarynerd)

We often forget just how much relationships are built on the small, quiet moments between us: laughing and passing a bowl of popcorn over a movie, car rides together, the happy silence of two people who love each other enough to not have to make small talk when the food arrives. And when these moments are eroded, when simple geography keeps us from speaking this quiet, almost entirely unconscious language of love and friendship, it can make maintaining any kind of relationship an act of constant upkeep.

So you’ll just find out from someone else, weeks later when he’s parading her around in front of your friends.

You’ll be changed by this person; this person who you love so unequivocally, but who is so undeserving of your love. You probably will never be the same again. Now you’re suspicious, sometimes hateful. You’ll think about stabbing him in his too soft middle, of taking a bat to his too short knees. For first time you’ll realize that loving someone doesn’t necessarily make them a good person, and that being a good person isn’t always a prerequisite for your love.

For the first time in your life you’ll start doubting; start thinking that perhaps love doesn’t make the world go ‘round. At least not the way you want it to.

—Thought Catalog (The One Who Changes You)