Everyone’s fucked up. You’ve just gotta decide what kinda fucked up you’re into.
— (via phuckindope)
Fall in love with the sound of her voice, because that’s the first thing you’ll lose when she’s gone.
— … (via dahlia—noir)
Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair…
— Susan Polis Schutz (via purplebuddhaproject)