darse cuenta
que el universo es infinito
que no somos nada
y que somos un montón
The Mother of the Dragons.
We fall in love with one version of someone and we expect them to stay that way, but they never do.
Olivia Wilde (via wnq-movies)
“It’s a question I often ask myself: what would I do with me? And I don’t know the answer. I don’t know what I’d do, except run away.”
— Alexander Masters, Stuart: A Life Backwards
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Love him so much
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I miss who I was before I met you. Every time I napped in your arms I left a part of my heart next to your lips on the pillow. Every time I woke up next to you I gave a part of my soul to the sunshine across your cheeks. Trying to remember who I was before you ever came into my life is trying to crawl into the skin of a stranger on the street, is trying to break into a home that is not my own to steal their belongings, is trying to become best friends with a person I have long since stopped talking to. I miss the person I was before I ever held your hands against my throat. I miss the person I was before I ever let your pulse beat against the scars on my body. I miss the person who never met you - because they would never have to miss you like I do.
I Hope You Never Read This (K.P.K)