Star-lit skies and lullabies.

When all else fades my soul will dance with You,
Where the love lasts forever.

By the window to the woods where the deer and creatures play, there is a girl - a dreams of dreams with a sore heart. She lives there among her books and tea and a measure of heartbreak, loving illustration, pretty things, and falling sleep far far into the night.
These words I write keep me from going crazy.

Please don’t get tired of me.

It happens every time. People lose interest in me. They get tired of me. Suddenly, they don’t bother hitting me up anymore. The conversations become shorter. They forget about me and I just become a distant memory. I wonder if it’s my fault sometimes. But then I realize that people never stay in my life. And there’s nothing I can do about it.

(Source: w0ahpaigexo, via nostalgiaoverdose)

I feel my life is so scattered right now. Like it’s all these small pieces of paper and someone’s turned on the fan. But talking to you makes me feel like the fan’s been turned off for a little bit. Like things could actually make sense. You completely unscatter me, and I appreciate that so much.

— John Green (via shetakesflight)