I’ve always been a dreamer. But now my fantasies have crashed through this blue eggshell sky and I’m not sure if I can stand the dark that roared in. Give me new dreams, God, ones that shine like the stars and have been planned since the beginning of time, shining in the deep dark.

You know what’s kind of beautiful?

In French, you don’t really say “I miss you.” You say “tu me manques,” which is closer to “you are missing from me.”

I love that. “You are missing from me.” You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function without you.

Yep i can relate, it feels like a piece is missing.

girlwithasong:

This year has crippled the lover of words and the woman with a tender heart. Time to take some nervous first steps.