"I can’t get over him and it hurts like hell because i know i was simply a second option."

I’ve been thinking a lot about what people deserve from other people, like, whether they deserve to know if you have feelings for them, or if you’ve been friends for years, whether they deserve to be the one you go to when you need to talk to someone, or whether they deserve to know what your home life is like, or whether they deserve to know how fucked up you really are.

We have this notion that, at some point, people earn access to these parts of us. But at what point? At what point do we feel like we owe them? This kind of thought process has always troubled me because I’m naturally a very private person, and sometimes I don’t feel like I owe anybody anything. If I choose them, I choose them because I want to, not because they deserve to be chosen.

I think at some point we need to stop expecting people to give pieces of themselves. Those precious pieces may be all they have left, they may be the bones holding them together. And you are not entitled to that, not one bit. You only deserve what you’re given.

by You Don’t Deserve Anything | Alex L. (via typewriterdaily)

(via rampias)


Crater lake at sunset. I feel spoiled out here.

night life by anthony samaniego on Flickr.
I need to get back on track.
My body wasn’t made to be loved on occasion.
it was made to be loved every night, with warm hands.
Everyday, with dedication, like the suns dedication to the earth.
by KeyWrites (via dancierthan4)

(Source: keywrites, via rampias)



taken by me while on camp with friends ✰


canada17 (by bearschapter)

Kawasaki KZ200 by Odum Custom Motorcycles