Of monsters and moonbeams.

This is my story to tell.

Doesn’t it scare you that you’ve wasted more than half of your life hating yourself? It should.

Michelle K., What Keeps Me Up at Night #102. (via yeswecancan)

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I miss you. I miss not touching each other. Not seeing each other, not breathing in each other. I want you. All the time. No one else.

—Adele, Blue is the Warmest Color (via theimperfectideal)

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