Amanda. 19. I am driven by my heart, and other whimsical things.

 

When the light pours through
and scatters shadows of leaves
I will think of you.

I will remember the kisses, our lips raw with love,
and how you gave me everything you had
and how I offered you what was left of me.

Charles Bukowski (via andwhisper)

She was like a drowning person, flailing, reaching for anything that might save her. Her life was an urgent, desperate struggle to justify her life.

Everything is illuminated, Jonathan Safran Foer (via ruby-teenagedoom)