"What if slippers had wheels and you just drove shoes everywhere?"
My name is Kimberly. This is my blog. Deal with it. Appreciate it.
treat me like a college textbook. spend lots of money on me but never touch or look at me
no. treat me like your favorite book. keep me by your side, touch my every page, learn all my twists and turns, remember every word I say, even the ones that make you cry
*4-second-long fart noise*
"It hangs between us like airplane silence, and we’re left praying that this thing doesn’t come crashing down the way it’s supposed to. Your hands find mine again and again like you’re afraid they belong to a ghost. You tell me there are mountains out there being named after us, and I can’t help but think that they’re crumbling at the sight of you. On the better nights, I thank the oceans for giving you to me. For parting the right ways so we could find each other finally. You’re loud in the way you can’t stop thinking about holding me, and I confess that I’ve dreamed of you every night since I learned how to dream. There are bad nights, too. Nights when we leave the wrong doors open, my ghosts slip into the room, and we both wake up cold. But if there’s a place out there where the mistakes I’ve made stop hurting, then it has to be right where you’re standing."
Y.Z, the light in this house will always be on for you (via rustyvoices)