piece of mine, peace of mind

20-something,
yoga-doing, one day teaching, bartending, word enthusiast. Southern California Suburbs are causing us cancer. Expect text posts.
My boyfriend, the guy in the framed photo by the sticky note, drew jellyfish on our bedroom window. At dusk on a windy day he gives me an ocean.

My boyfriend, the guy in the framed photo by the sticky note, drew jellyfish on our bedroom window. At dusk on a windy day he gives me an ocean.

I’m haunted by the kindest words I’ve heard in awhile—cursed by a nourished ego. I love who I am the most when I’ve forgotten myself entirely.

For what it’s worth: it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you’re proud of, and if you find you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start over again.

—  F. Scott Fitzgerald  (via secretsbest)

(Source: el-tilichero, via hovvasta)

You’re so far away and you just don’t need me, you’re so far along and you just can’t see me and you’re so ah-ahlone so ah-ah-ahlone.