This is what I love about Winter. You wake up in the middle of the night, maybe just to pee or get water or something, look out the window and see this. It’s so beautiful. And it’s silent; you have no idea that it’s happening until you just look. It almost seems fake. And it makes your bed seem way more comfortable, for whatever reason.
Who were you before they broke your heart

-I don’t remember  (via lovequotesrus)

(Source: she-does-it-well, via lovequotesrus)

I feel greedy and possessive cause all I can think about is calling you mine.

-3 am thoughts (via suspend)

(via francesca-halll)


because you knew what you were doing
and you knew just what you’ve done

Do I regret loving you?
I regret becoming
dependent on you.

I regret becoming the girl
whose hand felt naked
when it wasn’t holding yours.

I regret becoming the girl
who didn’t know how to stand
unless you stood next to me.

I regret becoming the girl
whose mouth felt dry
until you kissed it goodnight.

I regret becoming the girl
who let you paint me
black and blue.

But most of all,
I regret becoming the girl
who still hopes that
you’ll come back.



By thoseconstellations

(via thoseconstellations)
There’s nothing that I’d take back. But it’s hard to say there’s nothing I regret.

-Of Monsters And Men, Silhouettes (via a-thousand-words)