Jessica Stone

17. Pierced. Tattoos. Friends. Drinking. Music. Cuddles. Jack Reilly. Sex. Smoking. Drugs. Animals, especially rabbits.

There comes a time when you have to stop crossing oceans for people who wouldn’t even jump puddles for you.

—Unknown   (via fawun)

(Source: onlinecounsellingcollege, via terrible)

Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don’t blush, I am telling you some truths. That is just being “in love”, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.

Louis de BernièresCaptain Corelli’s Mandolin (via feellng)

If loving someone is putting them in a straitjacket and kicking them down a flight of stairs, then yes, I have loved a few people.

Jarod KintzIt Occurred to Me (via feellng)