I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled. I could not control the world I was in, could not walk away from things or people or moments that hurt, but I took joy in the things that made me happy.

Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

(via moanables)

I heard what you said. I’m not the silly romantic you think. I don’t want the heavens or the shooting stars. I don’t want gemstones or gold. I have those things already. I want…a steady hand. A kind soul. I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe. I want to love, and be loved.

​Shana Abé
(via moanables)

thisyearsboy:

                                                             Buffy, maybe we shouldn’t –
                                                                 Don’t. Just… kiss me.