Ra--na - Ra--na

I see you every day and yet I still miss you

3:43pm

You know when dogs sit outside with their face turned towards the sun and their eyes closed and they look so relaxed and when you pet them they’re warm that’s how I want to feel always

i talk to the moon about you every night. the stars surrounding her are getting tired of me uttering your name as if that’s the only word in the dictionary.

an excerpt from a book i’ll never write #2 (via heavyemptyheart)

Isn’t it strange that we talk least about the things we think about most?

Charles Lindbergh (via quotemadness)

{ IF }

If you are the sky, let me fly. If you are the wind, let me in. If you are a bird, soaring upward, I’ll be your cloud, without a doubt. If I am the moon, a white balloon; you’ll be the sea — you mirror me. If you are the rainbow I always follow, I’ll be the sun, your only one.

Among other things, you’ll find that you’re not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behavior. You’re by no means alone on that score, you’ll be excited and stimulated to know. Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles. You’ll learn from them—if you want to. Just as someday, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It’s a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn’t education. It’s history. It’s poetry.

J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (via lazypacific)