Our boundaries were like shadows, shifting and changing depending on the time of day. Some afternoons we opened both our hearts like the trapdoor into the attic and climbed together into the marrow of our very bones and we wandered through each other’s souls. We never thought twice about displaying all the new cracks and old, healing fractures alike. Other days we just smiled in the hall way, our eyes shaking hands for only half a second. I don’t know what changed between those moments. Whether it was the air or the sun or the way the other stars were lined up in the sky that day. What I do know is that it was always beautiful and I wouldn’t have traded it for all the stability in the world.
-A.O.A.M || Boundaries (via thehipsterconspiracy)
Make friends with people who aren’t your age. Hang out with people whose first language isn’t the same as yours. Get to know someone who doesn’t doesn’t come from your social class. This is how you see the world. This is how you grow.
-note to self (via suspend)(via nakeedpeach)
I get way too sensitive when I get attached to someone. I can detect the slightest change in the tone of their voice, and suddenly I’m spending all day trying to figure out what I did wrong.
-Humans of New York; Amman, Jordan (via bl-ossomed)(via nakeedpeach)
