How is it that the person who’s name makes my heart race out of my chest and who’s smile could pull me out of any depth of sadness, doesn’t even think twice about me at night?
—  if this is love i don’t want any part of it (ds)
It was the moment, the fucking moment, I swear to god when I looked into your eyes and you said I could trust you and that you’d love me forever. That was the one that left me crying on the bathroom floor every damn night after you left.
—  (ds)
Have you ever felt yourself slowly fall for someone? I mean it starts out with friendship it always does. But then it starts to bloom into something more. At first you guys only did pointless banter and small talk, but slowly it progressed into long conversations about your past, and what you want for the future. They became more deep and meaningful. And when you’re with them, that’s probably the highlight of your day, just sitting next to them in silence makes you happy. That’s when it hits you, you realize, that you might like them more than a friend, because you can’t get rid of this knot in your heart that you feel with them. I mean now, every touch, every hug, becomes so precious to you, because you finally understand what’s happening to you, you’re falling for them.
—  I think I’m falling for you (via young-wildandfresh)
But oh my God, what if one day you wake up when you’re thirty years old and you have a house and kids and are tied down to a job and haven’t gotten out, and I mean really gotten out- seen the world, since you were seventeen years old and you and your friends decided to sneak out of the house and go on a midnight drive? What if that day you wake up and realize all the times you missed out on life because you were scared or didn’t want to put yourself out there, because you were afraid of rejection, hurt, or feeling like your world would fall in if anything went wrong? Well guess what, that’s a part of life. The unknown, the anxiousness, the fear surrounding all the horrifying what ifs.
And if you never take those chances, I promise you, you’ll be thirty years old before you know it, staring at your reflection in the mirror and wondering why the hell you couldn’t have just let go for one minute and let yourself live, because you would do anything for moments like that again.
—  (ds)