"Sometimes, I sit alone under the stars and think of the galaxies inside my heart, and truly wonder if anyone will ever want to make sense of all that I am."


medium format HAND (by Alan John Herbert)

(by rachael hyde)

Paris is: Metropolitain by Viola Cangi on Flickr.

050413_004 (red + blue) by ifortestyle

I want to forget everything you told me. I want to wash away how uncertain you made me. How scared I was of losing you. How I lost you anyway. I don’t want to know how your hands feel or what makes you smile. I don’t want to see you in photos, familiar like a dream I had once or a book I never finished.
- Gaby Dunn 

(Source: larmoyante)