We met, we talked, and it was epic. But the sun came up and reality set in.
"She was beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines. She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful, for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile, even if she was sad. No, she wasn’t beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul. She is beautiful.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald (via myquotelibrary)

Of all the right ways to love —
I’m here, and
I’m not here.

I fall in love easily,
with the breeze, with the rain,
with a sound.

I fall down easily,
shattering, secondarily,
in between faded

Of all the right ways to love —
I’m a wanderer,
with two feet off
the ground

then you said,
come home,
and I’m here again.

Two places at once, Rebacca G. (via fforyouu)