I'm pseudo american
I love my friends because we are all sarcastic assholes.
For a second I was almost jealous of the clouds. Why was he looking to them for an escape when I was right here beside him?
Kamila Shamsie, Kartography. (via mortal-husk)
I think you could fall in love with anyone if you saw the parts of them no one else gets to see. Like if you followed them around invisibly for a day and saw them crying in their bed at night or singing in the shower or humming quietly to themselves as they make a sandwich or even just walking along the street. And even if they were really weird and had no friends at school, I think, after seeing them at their most vulnerable, you wouldn’t be able to help falling in love with them.
Unknown (via mortal-husk)
“this went out of control way too quickly” I mutter.
I’m sitting on the rock that overlooks the burnt forest. and as my boots are spread out in front of me, they knock ash and charcoal onto my dark jeans. I push my elbows back, my arms now taking my weight on this tiny boulder. The bugs buzz around just as confused as I am, there home gone in a matter of an hour. I guess this had been what I wanted a new start, a new beginning, the green singed and the dry leaves burnt at the tips crumble within my fingers. I could have lost my home, I could have lost my friends bu t we were lucky, how much of my work here is luck. Luck that my supervisor did not hear the tingle of fear in my voice during our interview, where he had been charmed by my well planned out resume. charmed but not believable, luck. that you let me leave when you know holding on would have kept me. confused because i had used yesterday to get this emotion out
as the firefighters whisked into our tiny home and as the flashing lights passed me all I could think about was you and how you were so significant in my life but had no significance at all, and as you’ve been trying to hold me, these past few days I’ve finally started letting you go.