My problem is that I fall in love with words, rather than actions. I fall in love with ideas and thoughts, instead of reality. And it will be the death of me.
by Unknown (via fuckinq
(Source: roadtothesacred, via be-h-a-p-p-y)
I’m not the same everyday. There are times where I’m loud and chatty, and there are times when I’m really quiet. I don’t think I can define myself.
by Jongup (via betweenheavenandmisery
(Source: moonjongupsays, via newy0rk-paris-l0nd0n)