Some people say home is where you come from. But I think it’s a place you need to find, like it’s scattered and you pick pieces of it up along the way.
━ Katie Kacvinsky 
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living, I want to know what you ache for. It doesn’t interest me how old you are, I want to know if you are willing to risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive. I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine. It doesn’t interest me where you live or how rich you are, I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and be sweet to the ones you love. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and truly like the company you keep in the empty moments of your life.
━ The Invitation (Oriah Mountain Dreamer)
Keep the flame going for those we have lost to suicide. 
For John. For the goodbye i never got to say and the i love you i never got the chance to remind you of. Now i know just how true the phrase “you don’t know what you have until it’s gone” really is. And to think, i saw your smiling face just the night before. No one knew what you had planned for the following day. We were joking and laughing while you told people stories about how i was such a bitch in third grade but you loved me anyways. The air was thick with a sense of nostalgia but at the same time i was happy just to be in your presence again, just to be close to you. There’s something about being in the presence of someone who just knows you better than you’ve ever known yourself. I can still hear your voice yelling my name when i walked in the door that night. The way your whole face seemed to just light up. A piece of me left with you, buddy. I just hope you know how much you meant to those who loved you; how much you will always mean to me… Rest in paradise, my love. You’ll never be forgotten.

Keep the flame going for those we have lost to suicide. 

For John. For the goodbye i never got to say and the i love you i never got the chance to remind you of. Now i know just how true the phrase “you don’t know what you have until it’s gone” really is. And to think, i saw your smiling face just the night before. No one knew what you had planned for the following day. We were joking and laughing while you told people stories about how i was such a bitch in third grade but you loved me anyways. The air was thick with a sense of nostalgia but at the same time i was happy just to be in your presence again, just to be close to you. There’s something about being in the presence of someone who just knows you better than you’ve ever known yourself. I can still hear your voice yelling my name when i walked in the door that night. The way your whole face seemed to just light up. A piece of me left with you, buddy. I just hope you know how much you meant to those who loved you; how much you will always mean to me… Rest in paradise, my love. You’ll never be forgotten.

" Even if you’re someone’s else diamond you will always be my star. “

" Even if you’re someone’s else diamond
you will always be my star. “

After you, hell should be easy.
Inhale the good shit, exhale the bullshit. 

Inhale the good shit, exhale the bullshit. 

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Your blog is stunning honey! :]

Thank you, gorgeous. :)