"She called me at 2 a.m., woke me up from a deep sleep because my Sherlock main theme ringtone interrupted my dream of a better life. When I answered the phone in a daze, I said hello half-awake and all I could hear was the sound of her losing her breath between deep sobs and sniffling. She didn’t say anything for 15 minutes. Just let the sound of her world shattering fill my ears. When she finally caught her words she said my name like it was the last thing she would ever be able to say. Before I could reply with worry, there was a knock at her front door and then the sound of it opening. She turned to her bedroom door to find me standing in the frame. Still half-asleep, still listening. She opened her mouth and the only thing that fell out was silence. I invited myself in her bed, took her body in my arms and her sobbing started again. This time it came in great waves. Waves big enough to pull the both of us under its current. I just lay there, letting her shake in my arms. I was still half-asleep but I was fully aware that she didn’t need the overwhelming silence of our 2 a.m. phone call to know that I was there for her. She needed me to be right beside her."
Colleen Brown, “I’m not there for you, I’m here for you” (via cinnym0n)
"I don’t chase people anymore. I learned that I’m here, and I’m important. I’m not going to run after people to prove that I matter."
EY (via latelycravingmore)
"Wait for someone who bumps mouths clumsily with yours cos they’re too busy smiling to kiss you properly. Yeah. Wait for that."
Azra Tabassum (via suspend)
"You’re angry. You’re angry at the world for the constant spoonfuls of bitterness and the whirlwind of mistakes and sorrows. You’re angry at people who let you down, who twisted your insides and made you cower, who held you too delicately, who didn’t even hold you at all, who creased your soft edges, and who gave you a recording of black-smeared memories playing on endless loop. You’re angry at fate for whatever circumstances it created for you and whatever path it led you to. You’re angry at the heavens for the numerous dark hours and the seemingly perpetual thunderstorms. You’re angry at yourself for giving up or holding on, for being too much or not enough, for failing, for trying, for oversimplifying your strengths or for overdramatizing your weaknesses, and for who you were and who you are. You’re angry at so many things. Don’t you ever get tired of being so bitter and so angry? How does your heart take all the stab wounds and the crushing blows? When will you stop treating life as gateway to death?"
Adriana Lima, Lais Ribeiro, Candice Swanepoel & Elsa Hosk for Vogue UK, November 2014
Photographed by: Patrick Demarchelier