I am an artist, my canvas is hair. If you stubble upon this, please won't want to miss it.

I will never stop, I dont know how.

That’s what people do who love you. They put their arms around you and love you when you’re not so lovable.

—Deb Caletti (via observando)

Only few people understand the feeling of sitting where everyone is eating and not eating yourself

I feel so far away from the life going on all around me
My heart beats and my blood circulates
My lungs pull in and evacuate air like they should
My hands warm in the fire likethe rest of you

A million things I have to say and more I want to ask. ..I wait to hear your voice and immediately freeze because all I can think is how much I miss your voice and your smile and your hands and you.

Right Now I just wish I could hear your voice:-(

…And just like that you were gone.  Your scent still lingering on my pillows, your familiar touch absent in the early morning light.  I count the days till you return