

(via cattion)

(via 40daydreams)

(via prettyreckles)
travel far lone wolf
live long lone wolf
when it’s cold, make a pact
with the wind lone wolf
not a pack lone wolf
we see your shadow lone wolf
we know the way you love it
the darkness stays lone wolf
don’t call or cry for it
howl for the light lone wolf
survive the night lone wolf.
(Source: cattion)

I miss prom already
You’ve gotta know love in order to recognize the sacrifice you would take for it. Love is a strange concept that we think we’ve got all down. Most of us just have a literary denotation - then boast of our knowledge, because we’ve seen romances, read poetry, listened to Taylor Swift.. whatever. I will be one to admit: I do not know what love is, nor have I any idea of it. I thought I did, convinced myself of that ‘knowing’ feeling everyone talks about… But that ceased unexpectedly. Then I developed this theory that love is something untangible - something self-defined, something that could last a lifetime, or just first sight. Something that could be found within the span of a week together, or something that could be lost withing the span of a day. It is self-perceived I think, though I can’t perceive it quite yet. I cannot fathom yet what I may sacrifice for love, because I cannot fathom love itself.

(Source: cassandrabouchardd, via wild-rosee)

(Source: higher-primates, via dj-auggie)