There are two types of waiting. There’s the the waiting you do for something you know is coming, sooner or later—like waiting for the 6:28 train, or the school bus, or a party where a certain handsome boy might be. And then there’s the waiting for something you don’t know is coming. You don’t even know what it is exactly, but you’re hoping for it. You’re imagining it and living your life for it. That’s the kind of waiting that makes a fist in your heart. (via wordsthat-speak)

theamazingspidermoo:

barrel—rider:

Expectations Vs. Reality / Game of thrones


schreibaby-of-the-skies:

Angelica summing up what having responsibilities really means.

It’s like this … All your life you’re yellow. Then one day you brush up against something blue, the barest touch, and voila, the rest of your life you’re green. Tess Callahan  (via perfect)

(Source: apoetreflects)

You were red. You liked me cause I was blue. You touched me and suddenly I was a lilac sky and you decided purple just wasn’t for you. colors. (via se7enteenblack)