A year ago my friends and I adventured into this specific abandoned house for the first time and this was written by the entrance.

When did loving yourself
become so rare, that it’s
revolutionary to do so?


my favourite color is cute boys

Maybe you had to leave in order to really miss a place; maybe you had to travel to figure out how beloved your starting point was.

— Jodi Picoult, Handle with Care (via byheartbysoul)

I’d be his, if he asked.

— (via bl-ossomed)


somewhere high up on a mountain
arizona’s got some pretty rad sunsets if i may say so myself