redkite:

I miss you like the sky misses a storm, like a mailbox misses letters on Sundays, like a bumblebee misses a flower, like lost misses found. Mostly I miss you like Kendall misses Maxwell.

Untitled Photo by my friend Andy Siharath

[via unicornology:flickflickflicker]

She waves. She buttons your shirt. The traffic is waiting outside. She hands you this coat. She gives you her clothes. These cars collide. Pretty in pink, isn’t she pretty in pink?

[via theanniehour]

It is nice to be home, but my heart and my triple cheese Easy Mac are in Iowa City.

[via inspiredbyyou]

[via awina]

“I’m doing fine.”

Really, I do.