I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.
Elie Wiesel (via anora2012)
Sometimes we have to take chances. We have to lose our inhibitions. We have to cry when things get too much, even if it makes us feel weak. We have to confront people that have hurt us, otherwise they’ll do it over and over. We have to smile at people in the hope that they’ll smile back. We have…
This is really awesome.
You and your words shall be missed. Come back soon.
And I didn’t even get to say goodbye.
Or thank you.
I am completely depressed because Allie left and again I wonder, “What am I doing here?”