She lives the poetry she cannot write.– Oscar Wilde (via loveyourchaos)
hungarian: “dude i saw her personality from across the street & i was like daamn!!”
he makes me so happy, he makes me smile, just as he always had. its like a dream., but not at the same time, because somewhere hidden, buried within the memories and thoughts I knew we would end up together. although all of last year seems like a dream, we’re now two different people, who have changed from who they used to be. Just as everyone does.