Hello! It’s called Merriweather :)
Hold on, okay? It gets better. Trust me, it does. People will walk into your life — people who will make you happy and will love you and support you.
Some people think that a tragedy is the only permit to feel sadness and emptiness. The thing is, it is not. You could be walking on the fucking sidewalk. You could be in class. You could be anywhere when this certain kind of loneliness suddenly hits you. And you cannot just “get over it”— it wil stay with you for a long, long time.
If you think adventure is dangerous, try routine. It is lethal.” —Paulo Coelho (via jannmun)
I am still
longing for what
could have been
I am in love
Late afternoons have a certain scent — dry grass, maybe. I really couldn’t place it. But that particular scent is the scent of my childhood; the scent that reaches our house, the living room, with the pale yellow light of the afternoon sun though the lace curtains creating patterns on my legs, on my arms. The scent was there through it all, like vivid shadows with faint outlines.