survivingdepressiononmyown:

Words from my amazing friend, J. D.

Love is like sunshine. It brings a golden glow to its beholder’s face. And a warm feeling all over their body. It awakens souls and opens eyes. And when its over, it leaves billions of small memories called stars. To remind the world, that it still exists.
anonymous (via acidnotion)

effortlesslypleasedeasilybroken:

I can’t cope with how sad this makes me feel