If you drink enough whiskey, it tastes like love.
I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.
— (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.
— Kahlil Gibran (via quote-book)
