We pick ourselves undone

The power of Imagination makes us infinite-John muir



If there’s anything I want in right now, anything at all, it would be snuggling into your chest and just staying there. No movement, nothing else. Just me delving my face into your chest and getting all that I need to keep me going. I miss this more than you know, it may not have seemed like much, but in reality it means more than the all the grains of sand combined. I love you, and I’m missing your warmth. Very excruciatingly much.



Not really feelin this whole school college work until I die thing

(via totaldiva)

Sometimes I remind myself that I almost skipped the party, that I almost went to a different college, that the whim of a minute could have changed everything and everyone. Our lives, so settled, so specific, are built on happenstance.

—Every Last One (Anna Quindlen)

(Source: wordsthat-speak, via fond-of-the-stars)