Missing&Haunted.

Hello, Im Courtney.

I live like no one is watching. Im my own person and in this harsh reality of life, it can be quite deadly. Everyone has a right become that person they vision, and succeeding will only show yourself who you really did end up becoming.

shadow

writingsforwinter:

he is up all night,

trying to make his shadow stop

following him.

vvolare:

Triptyque I (by Madame Li)

vvolare:

Triptyque I (by Madame Li)

(via panem-et-sagittas)

(Source: tit, via murderthewitness)

areg:

Space shot of city lights and night stars.
By Eric Rolph.

areg:

Space shot of city lights and night stars.

By Eric Rolph.

(via orionfalls)

When I am lonely for boys it’s their bodies I miss. I study their hands lifting the cigarettes in the darkness of the movie theaters, the slope of a shoulder, the angle of a hip. Looking at them sideways, I examine them in different lights. My love for them is visual: that is the part of them I would like to possess. Don’t move, I think. Stay like that, let me have that.

Margaret Atwood, Cats Eye (via esangue)

(via paper-trees)

So let the wind take its course over everything. You have no control when it’s out of your hands. You should take a minute for it all to settle in. I said take a deep breath and hold it in.

“Not in Love” -Olin and the Moon. (via rainydayquotes)

(via lookatthestarstheyshineforyou)

Maybe it’s sad that these are now memories. And maybe it’s not sad.

Stephen ChboskyThe Perks of Being a Wallflower (via 4mbivalent)

(via lookatthestarstheyshineforyou)

Goodbye’s didn’t seem as important to me as they once had – I’d found out that when you’re never going to see someone again, it’s not the good-bye that matters. What matters is that you’re never going to be able to say anything else to them. And you’re left with an eternal unfinished conversation.

Morgan Matson (via 14passages)

(via lookatthestarstheyshineforyou)

Things were somehow so good that they were in danger of becoming very bad because what is fully mature is very close to rotting.

Clarice Lispector, The Hour of the Star (via flentes)

(via lookatthestarstheyshineforyou)

(via paper-trees)