(via geezzus)
Really good conversations have a way of always making my day.
Naive
Just a seed
Planted in the earth
And expected to grow.
You told me not to worry
Growing was the easy part
So I never thought to question it all
My roots are placed
My leaves are growing
And yet I have no idea what for
I am still just a seed
With no idea of what I am becoming
I am still so naive
You told me not to worry
So I believed the sun was a constant thing
And then you left me
I was so naive
It’s like all the friends you have in ‘real life’ who also have tumblr have an unspoken bond that you don’t mention what the other person writes about. And that’s how it should always be.
(via paper-trees)
The words stutter from my lips in an incomprehensible mess and yet you always seem to understand. You listen to me like no one has listened before.
"Let us be grateful to people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom." by Marcel Proust (via panthiest)
(Source: colourthysoul, via blushingmoon)
The regular call
Mom: The school called saying you missed two or more of your classes.
Me: But I didn't even ditch this time! Did they say my name specifically?
Mom: Well, not exactly...but your sister would never do that. But you...
Me: But I didn't even ditch this time! Did they say my name specifically?
Mom: Well, not exactly...but your sister would never do that. But you...
"A good laugh and a long sleep are the two best cures for anything." by Irish Proverb (via solunars)
(Source: iheartloons, via paper-trees)
