You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.
― Azar Nafisi, Reading Lolita in Tehran (via thesoutherly)

(Source: psych-facts)

He’ll grab your waist and whisper in your ear but six months later you’ll find yourself drunk texting him that you miss him and he won’t respond.
― (via sureth-ng)

No one should ever feel the need to apologize for being a certain race.