Sometimes you can’t explain what you see in a person. It’s just the way they take you to a place where no one else can.
Unknown (via majortvjunkie)
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
Anaïs Nin (via observando)