Random thoughts are random. So am I.

Nothing can bring me down.
I won't lift my feet off the ground.


Remember that day? The one where you told me to stop depending on you? Then 3 days after you told me you wish I’m with you.

Yeah, you’re that kind of an asshole.


the avengers?

how about the international justice league of super acquaintances


(Source: bijection)

I’ve found that growing up means being honest. About what I want. What I need. What I feel. Who I am.

To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.

 C.S. LewisThe Four Loves (via feellng)

You thought this all through. How you slowly fade away but still managed to take care of me. It’s been 5 years and I can still feel you so close.

Hug me tight tonight as I go to sleep. I just want to feel that I’m not alone in this. Make me feel that there is still someone who hasn’t gave up on me.

I miss you. I miss you. I miss you my dear Angel.