No wall is high enough if it’s the right person climbing.
(via asscidtears)
I hate when people call randomly… like if you’re not the love of my life or my mother, please text to schedule an appointment first.
(via asscidtears)
be poetic. if you find the way the light falls through your window and onto your bedroom wall pretty, write about it. call it soft and golden as sunlit honey. if it makes you glad to be alive then it’s not silly. you look for the beauty of things, be proud of that. say the heavy rain is kissing you. write about the glow of the moon, the dancing of flowers. make your world magical. collect your metaphors and treasure them.
(Source: theforestsarelistening, via asscidtears)
