jennie m a r g o

my eyes, my head, and my heart.

leave the leaves on the tree

(overheard from the kindergarten beside my apartment, said the teacher to the child…).

in this moment, i thought this was the most profound thing i have ever heard.


"Do you want anything?" asked Molly, as she rubbed his leg with her foot.

Jim was staring at the ceiling, half-asleep. Their new sheets felt cool and starchy against his skin.

"Of course," he said.

"What do you want?" Molly sighed.

"That’s the problem, Molly," said Jim. "I want too much. I want it all. I want everything I can think of and I want all the things I can’t even think of and I want the ability to think up things I haven’t even thought of yet so that I can want them."


"I have all these goals and I chase them. You can’t ever really reach your goals. Did you know that? You can’t attain a goal because as soon as you reach your goal it isn’t a goal anymore. It’s just a thing that you wanted that you now have. The minute you reach your goal you’re just grasping for more goals because you can’t accomplish goals. That’s the definition of goals. Not a lot of people know that."


"And I want you and I want to want you more than anything and I sometimes want to lose you just so I can get back that feeling of finding you again. Back when you were a goal. Back before I had you. I want everything, Molly," said Jim. "I want everything."

"Sorry," Molly said. "I just meant I’m going to the kitchen and do you want anything."

Jim nodded. “I want a glass of water.”

she sits under the shower when she’s sad. the hot water hurts more than her heart, and that feels good.


i hope u find someone that mindlessly plays with your hands and lightly strokes your legs and massages your back and plays with your hair and i hope that u feel like you’re home when u look at them

(via carroww)

little did he know, those few small words would ring in my ears for hours to come.