You’re the breath he never found; you are the closed eyes peacefully resting while those around you are torn to pieces.
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.
— Unknown (via schaumann)
We will still watch our shadows dance on poloroids and loose leaf paper, and I dont want you to be scared anymore because even though I hear angels calling my name, it is you they are sending me to.