I wonder
whose arms would I run and fall into
if I were drunk
in a room with everyone
I have ever loved.
this becomes almost deeper when you think of non-romantic loves too (via asimetricna-vagina)
I asked my grandma this question a few weeks ago and she thought about it for days before she called me up and said, “None of them. They all left, and I’m strong enough now that I don’t want them any more. I’m all I need.” It was one of the more inspiring and sad conversations we’ve ever had.
(via telaluna22)