revel in reverie

Singapore. Travel. Film. Art. Music. Books. Friends.

You shouldn’t try to stop everything from happening. Sometimes you’re supposed to feel awkward. Sometimes you’re supposed to be vulnerable in front of people. Sometimes it’s necessary because it’s all part of you getting to the next part of yourself.

Logical thinking keeps you from wasting time worrying, or hoping. It prevents disappointment. Imagination, on the other hand, only gets you hyped up over things that will never realistically happen.

I want you. I want your sleepy confused look when you wake up, and the smile that follows. I want to be the warmth that fills the space in your bed. I don’t want to share you.

I choose you. And I’ll choose you, over and over and over. Without pause, without a doubt, in a heartbeat. I’ll keep choosing you.

—my hearth (via lifequotesrus)

(via dinosaurockets)

I was standing in the train back home. We had just said our goodnights. People hemmed in on all sides, voices and sounds all around. But, as cheesy as it sounds, all I heard was the sound of my quickened heartbeat. I felt only the heat from the blood sprinting through me, and the million fucking butterflies in my gut. I took deep breaths. God it hit me so hard that you already have this effect on me. I forgot how it’s like to wanna go out of the way (quite literally in your case) for somebody, how it’s like to wanna see someone smile, how it’s like to miss someone even when talking to her, and how it’s like to be happy just because she is.

Oh sunshine, I’m on the road to destruction, aren’t I?

You’re the first and last thing on my mind every fucking day.