not my words

If I could explain love in one word, it would have to be trust. 
Trust that he doesn’t cheat on you, trust that he doesn’t lie to
 you, trust that he really likes you, trust that he will always be
 there for you, trust that he can go to a party and not get high 
or drunk, trust that you don’t have to worry about him breaking 
up with you the second you wake up, trust that he will stick up 
for you, trust that he will never fall in love with another girl,
 trust that he won’t just get sick of you, and trust that he
 wants you like you want him. (via eletheowl)
In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on. Robert Frost (via erinsshenanigans) (via quote-book)
I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That’s why I’m trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning. The Perks of Being a Wallflower // Stephen Chbosky (via thelovelybones) (via infinitebutterflies) (via easymurder) (via thefloralsofa) (via wolfsvalentine) (via whenyoursoulembarks) (via miranna) (via closertotheocean) (via breathsoftruth) (via myhearteatsbeats)