inkskinned:
there are a lot of things i would say if i was brave enough. they pile up in my throat, these little buzzing words that i can’t release and can’t swallow.
(Source: inkskinned)
Let it pass; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.
They say a storm in summer clears the air and leaves the world peaceful. But there are some storms that stir the world so about, that when they have passed, things can never be set back quite as they were.