This is growing up. You get numb to the things you used to hold dearly. You let go of the people you used to hug tightly. The voids in your heart are created by every new experience and every new person. You only want more.
You don’t get explanations in real life. You just get moments that are absolutely, utterly, inexplicably odd.
Neil Gaiman (via quotethat)
I’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say, ‘Come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.’
Azra.T, “My Heart is Full of Open Windows” (via petrichour)
oh god 2.0 