(c)
christy.20

jimmaybones:

instagram
chunity:

IMG_0554 by Anastasia Glebova on Flickr.
I flinch when most people touch me and I don’t know why,
all I know is that
I need your fingers running through my hair
the way I need to forget what it means to be left,
desperately.
You Are Every Shade of Lavender, and I am Black and Blue by Amanda Helm

(Source: dommyj-weasley)

seattle-natives:

this is so perfect.  i think that moments like these are what life is all about

do you believe you’re missing out?
that everything good is happening somewhere else?
April was too lonely a month to spend alone. In April, everyone around me looked happy. People would throw their coats off and enjoy each other’s company in the sunshine—talking, playing catch, holding hands. But I was always by myself.
Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

(Source: larmoyante)