I don’t want an idea of someone, I’m too weary for masks and false versions of people. I want a love that is filled with hope of growth, a love that says “I’m here, and I’m staying.” and I don’t know if I’ll ever hear that. I just want to be brave for that love, to risk the pain it might bring, so that I can experience the good that it could be. I just want a love that is true; should I not seek any less than that? Let me never offer anything less than a heart that is humble and ready to serve. Let me be the love that I seek, so that I can know what it means to love at all, and grow in that promise.

T.B. LaBerge // I Want (via heartbeatofatwentysomething)

It seemed like you could know me. Like you could understand anything I told you. And the more we spoke, I knew why. The same things excited us. The same things concerned us.

Jay Asher, Thirteen Reasons Why (via larmoyante)

Listen to me, your body is not a temple. Temples can be destroyed and desecrated. Your body is a forest—thick canopies of maple trees and sweet scented wildflowers sprouting in the under wood. You will grow back, over and over, no matter how badly you are devastated.

Beau Taplin (via quotethat)

This year taught me that my loneliness has more to do with myself than anyone else. The loneliest I will ever be is when I do not have the strength to love myself.

Marianna Paige (via versteur)