|—||Augusten Burroughs, You Better Not Cry (via quotethat)|
You found paradise in the Pacific Northwest. Somewhere between that mountain range and the stress stuffed in every corner of your brain. The mist blew across your face and you forgot every anxious thought you’ve ever had. All those lost opportunities and loves. All those days missed hiding in the comfort of your mind. You sat on the front porch of your consciousness and you could finally breathe.
This kinda sounds like a poem
|—||James Baldwin (via brookehatfield)|
I seriously can’t wait for colder weather.
Sweaters, jeans, boots, bonfires, drinking hot chocolate, Halloween, leaves falling.
I’m so excited.
I think it means “Don’t leave me here alone.
|—||Neil Gaiman (via observando)|
|—||F. Scott Fitzgerald (via elauxe)|
Whipped feta & roasted jalapeño greek pizza
until you arrive at the silence of yourself
and listen to it.
|—||Richard Brautigan, ”Karma Repair Kit: Items 1-4” (via whyallcaps)|