I’m homesick for arms that don’t want to hold me.
M.O.W, A ten word story (via sassyfag)
(Source: imwritingpoems, via sweetescapisms)
I remember when I was younger and I wanted to be beautiful; now I’m older and I want to be intelligent. I want to burn hearts with brilliance and engulf souls with compassion. I want to be loved for my thoughts and nothing else.
(Source: substvncia, via nanatran)