I think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy because they know what it’s like to feel absolutely worthless and they don’t want anyone else to feel like that.
Robin Williams  (via allhopeisgon-e)

(Source: skateeofmind)



What’s mine is mine. I don’t like to share.

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #821 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Text for Tired Eyes:
Just like a bed needs a body and a pillow needs a head and that head needs to be dreaming and those dreams need our wishes to plot out the story and those wishes need first stars to feel real and those first stars need the black that surrounds them to shine and just like that black needs the rest of us to know that it’s not black but filled with galaxies and just like those galaxies need telescopes to find them and those telescopes need mirrors to see so deep into space and those mirrors need hands to clean them and wash off the smudges and just like those hands need to be held, wrinkled and old as they might be, I need you. Just like the old books needs to be held by a reader and the reader needs a comfortable chair to lounge in and that chair needs to have a cup of tea precariously perched on its arm and that tea needs to have just the tiniest bit of sugar inside it and that sugar needs to stick slightly to the spoon before it is stirred and that spoon needs to be stuck to a nose and just like that nose needs to smell the aroma of fresh baked cookies from the oven and those cookies need the dough that was just licked off the mixers and that dough needs hands to be stirring it and those hands need to be held, sticky and covered in chocolate as they may be, I need you.Part Four.




(Source: puppygifs)





The hours between 12am and 6am
have a funny habit of making you feel
like you’re either on top of the world,
or under it.

Beau Taplin || the hours between.

(Source: afadthatlastsforever)









Typewriter Series #755 by Tyler Knott Gregson


Text for Tired Eyes:

I want this. I want that. I want photos of us. I want to be proud of us out loud. I want to kiss you. I want to smile and laugh. I want to make you giggle and I want to make you sigh and I want to take your breath away and I want to dance with you at people’s weddings and I want to pick you up and carry you when your feet are tired and I want to wait until you are Almost asleep and then kiss your nose and make you laugh so hard with some secret joke that your belly hurts and you smack me for waking you all the way up so we have to get out of bed and sit and watch the city lights while eating a bowl of cereal at 1:38 am. I want to smell you fresh from a shower and paint your toenails and take you to baseball games and teach you hidden things that are going on that most people don’t know. I want us. I want the smell of pancakes when it’s me that cooks them and the sun hasn’t yet woken.  I want the smell of dinner when it’s us that burned it because we fell to the floor and made love instead.  I want the handprints on car windows, steamed up from the inside.  I want long baths followed by short showers and the scent of your shampoo staining my hands for the entire day to follow.  I want ears that hear the words I spill instead of eyes that read them.  I want notebooks black with ink from all the details I noticed from all the times I sat and marveled at the way you spin through an hour.

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Let’s not pretend like you’re alone tonight. I know he’s there and you’re probably hanging out and making eyes, while across the room, he stares. I’ll bet he gets the nerve to walk the floor and ask my girl to dance, and she’ll say yes because these words were never easier for me to say or her to second guess. But I guess that I can live without you but without you I’ll be miserable at best



I used to think I was tough, but then I realized I wasn’t. I was fragile and I wore thick fucking armor. And I hurt people so they couldn’t hurt me. And I thought that was what being tough was, but it isn’t.
James Frey

(Source: psych-facts)



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