Strangers. Friends. Best friends. Lovers. Strangers.
Six Word Story
In the end
these things matter most:
How well did you love?
How fully did you live?
How deeply did you let go?
Gautama Buddha (via hqlines)
You can be in a relationship for two years and feel nothing; you can be in a relationship for 2 months and feel everything. Time is not a measure of quality; of infatuation, or of love.
What my relationships have taught me. (via nobodylaughsanymoree)
(Source: lozzat, via cagedpaige)
If it actually started raining men I think I’d just start crying and be really terrified and not leave my house and just curl up into a ball and pretend I couldn’t hear the slamming of bodies falling upon my roof under no circumstances would I think “hallelujah”
it’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah