Love, From The East Coast

The inner-workings of the mind of an aspiring writer & insomniac. 22 year old with absolutely no idea what the purpose of life is thus far.

Other facts? Long Island, NY. Coffee addict & TVholic. Loves nothing more than curling up with a good book. Hopeless romantic, in love with an amazing boy. Always gets herself in trouble. Loves sundresses and earrings and hates trying to fall asleep.

(formally Love Always, Me)

You lose it if you talk about it.

—Ernest Hemingway, The Art of Fiction  (via larmoyante)

(via moon-spice)

Sometimes you just need someone to tell you that you were brave for trying, and that you’ll be brave again. Because life is not easy, and sometimes you jump into the deep end, and you enjoy it; but eventually you have to swim back to the shallow end, getting to a place that isn’t where you wanted to be. Yet, perhaps you weren’t meant for that pool, maybe it was just training for something bigger, maybe you were getting ready for the ocean; the water that you were always meant to dive into.

T.B. LaBerge (via c-isnenegro)

(via laurazocca)

辛いなら 僕を忘れて いいよ

you can forget me if it’s too painful

でもいつも君を待っているから

but i’ll always be waiting for you

(Source: xchiisai, via sabishis)

Dusk does not

 apologize to dawn

 
 for what occurred

 
between them, and

 
neither should you.


 
 You are a flowing

 river, navigating

 
 yourself through

 clean water.


 
 Do not drown

 under what

 once was.

I’m awful about your name. I still jump when I hear it. I still feel it rattling somewhere in my stomach. I think I’m jealous of anyone that gets to say it because it’s not my right anymore. Years from now I’ll be standing in a supermarket and someone will casually brush past me, your name falling from their mouth like confetti. I’ll drop everything that I’m holding. My knees will wobble in the way they only did when I was with you. Years from now I’ll still remember how your name tasted in my mouth and I’ll have to start missing you all over again.

—Azra.T “Aisle 3” (via 5000letters)

(via laurazocca)