You lose.
Why, as a society are we so attached to the idea of losing things? It seems like something we dwell on as a benchmark of life. Why is it that we focus on losing things as a rite of passage while the things we gain seem to go without notice majority of the time? We count the teeth we’ve lost, when we lost our virginities, family members we lost, sport matches we lost, weight we need to lose. How about we take time to remember the things we have gained in life- traveling to new places, meeting new people and learning new things (even if they do counteract that loss at times)
I went to church with my family tonight and the pastor said something that I think every Christian should hear
"And I am jealous
of your tattoos and how long
they will stay with you
after I go."
- Clementine von Radics (via fawun)
(Source: clementinevonradics, via scentof-rain)
"I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words."
- (via stymshaws)
(Source: freckledhips, via hotboyproblems)
V.: I WISH I WAS A STRANGER, I WISH WE'D NEVER MET
I wish I was a stranger,
I wish we’d never met.
The shadow of a neighbor,
A mars black silhouette.
A figment of a vision,
Of washed out daffodils,
A dreamed hallucination,
A moment fate did kill.
I wish I hadn’t met you,
I wish we’d never spoke,
My body frozen…
